Chimes

Whistling chords slip on night's wind,

we have traversed here from the end.

Stillness presses that hardended darkness,

a spark ignites withering thoughts.

 

Swaying, singing, dancing through trials,

shimmering sounds of echoed time.

Hush the breath of borrowed life,

floating on the sparrow's strife.

 

Gleaming, glaring to smite all folly,

it rounds the day but sells the light.

Shine on the sparkling fall,

Soothed tyranny struggles against the waters wall.

 

-LS