"Echo..."

I walked across
the frozen lake
to see what pictures
I could take
into my mind, to try and slake
the thirst for those things lost.

The sky was blue, the ice was white -
was dry and bare in the stark light -
the air like gems before the night
shining none too softly.

The distance showed
the mountains tall,
stone and sharp;
time seemed to crawl
horizon met
snow before all
the others tried to touch it.

I saw a hawk in the clear sky
and it let go a mourning cry
long and low, that did not die
inside of me, no never.