Echoes of The Past

by Virginia Earl

    Photo: Azza Al Niel

As she elegantly watched her step amidst stones that painstakingly massaged her feet, she meandered her way in sync with the stream glimmering below her shadow.

On each glistening stone her tireless feet left an imprint of what was, what is, what shall be…

And as a gentle, sweeping stream filled her heart with nature’s lullabies, she was lured away by northern winds that caressed her milky, white skin as they whispered sweet nothings of what was, what is, what shall be…

Until, as if under a whimsical spell, she fell into a blissful sleep under a cradling, weeping willow, leaving behind sweet tear-filled, echoes of the past…