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