Echo

rippling waves their sparkling gleam
entraining souls in mystic dream
echoing near then far away
contrails blown they do not stay...

nectar sweet sensations fill
ecstasy becoming real
moments in the depths of space
the plasma ocean where we taste

who we are, who we can be
more than thought, now flying free
touching as we're passing by
telepathic thought waves tie

I touch you touch me we link
we're on the edge we're on the brink
we're at the start, we're at the end
with thoughts and feelings which we send

to each other all around
waves expand and then rebound
on and on what we create
comes right back to echo fate

rippling waves their sparkling gleam
entraining souls in mystic dream
echoing near then far away
contrails blown they do not stay...