Echo of Love

This one is for Sabhya,

Barely a soul,
I watched him sink deep in my memories, 
When his memories did not exist,
One whose songs were but an echo,
Whose movements dance. 
Then it was time,
With a gasp came life,
His cry a contrast to the joy that surrounded,
The echos a poem, 
That day was full of promises, 
Promises that were old, 
Promises of love.

- Yet Another Thing.