Then hear me now, as I bend and gaze;
He plunged his arms to revere, embrace
He hovered around fountain lost in praise;
And lost count of passing nights and days
Beautiful being, why do you shun and fade?
Hear me sigh enamoured by looks and ways
Narcissus knew not he loved his own image;
“Do we ever know when it’s time to finish?”
He weeped as tears meld with troubled water;
He knew not what else he could possibly offer.
Vanity, I’m sensible enough not to fall as prey;
As I write down my words in pursuit of today.
Form: Echo Verse
Photo credits: Echo and Narcissus, John William Waterhouse (1903)
Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United
Posted on ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads