Echoes, Revisited (repost)

Solitary note repeats, carrier of ancient memories
far from the pull of earthly gravity;
held breath through lucid depths
lifts life's albatross above caramelized
fragments of bittersweet yesterdays.

Bass beats through unknown eons,
reflecting back dreams of simpler times,
gently fading to pond ripples,
lonely cry of the loon pulls you in,
beyond acid clouds of poison smog.

Feel the fog rise and ebb, transmit dreams
on oily backs of black and white caricatures
'till the beat of life releases darkest night.
Cymbals shimmer in faint distance, carrying
high and low through primordial ooze.

You see them, feel them, hear them,
secret hints of the joyous tempo of life,
a crescendo of today, tomorrow,
oh sweet release, beckon with power
of a million suns, illuminating this morning.

Breath, subtle, bespeaks an awakening,
a recognition of the only one,
welcoming ambassadors of morning,
and so you throw the windows wide
and call to me across the sky…

Credit to Pink Floyd for the inspiration, a few of the words,
and one of the most illuminated songs…ever