In quiet times my thoughts fly to the wind
Memory upon memory
Year after year ... into what seems time indefinite

Shadows lurk in these halls
To forever bear presence of a love
one that almost made it to my door
an eternity ago it seems

Night after night
wading into pools of dreams
gazing red moons
and ... wondering
... what two love's futures may have held

And now the chimes roll gently to the wind
and call out softly
As if they knew to hold their peace
... in the presence of a grieving heart

Oh, to know the sound of sad
and yes, to see the colour of loss
in silvery watered tones
that film across ones eyes

It is oft times the lady sits in darkness
rocking ... and pondering by the light of moon
on silent lingering nights
till darkness bids farewell and shows
recompense and compassion
freeing her at last
in twilight sleep
to make way for a new day dawn

©2003 CG Mair