Hollow Echoes

There are no human figures here
just hollow curving lines of light
like written words, but neon-bright
that in the depthless dark appear.
No echoed speech will find your ear
but ardent notes adorn the night
like falcon wings in breathless flight
self-surrendered to the Seer.
The waves that wash the shining strand
leave echoes of themselves in place,
small ripples hollowed in the sand.
And when their liquid paths, retraced
leave water standing on the land,
the pools reflect the Seer's face.