silent gods

echo

always staring
always just staring
always from a distance
always staring at

the god of my doom

seeing yet almost unseen
looking but not being looked at
seeing and really not seen
the mortal invisibility of

the silent worshipper

waiting
waiting for nothing
without anything to really wait for

waiting maybe for hope

ancient cronos guides
patient time sighs


hoping for hope
hope that is still held by pandora
hope that is still kept in a box
hope that i cannnot recall
hope that i cannot call

offered only by morpheus is:
a hope that only comes with the passing mercy of somnus
of a hope for a mere semblance of hope
this hope ephemeral
of a hope unreal

with the death of fortuna
by the absence of eros
for the detest of narcissus
comes

the silence of echo