The Cave’s Inky Space 

Those eyeless toads never speak.

They croak, pretend to un-see.

I cannot talk with them.

But, Echo, Dearest Friend,

Forever Faithful, ever-been,

Calling to me again, again.

It seems impossibly long,

This time we share within

Our sealed and private place.

I’ve yet to see you up close,

But I know you’re just across

The cave’s inky space.

© CGT, 2017.

Talk to me.