Listen to...
The distant sounds of chimes
And the story of my song
That is an interpretation
Of the fickleness of whispers
From the winds of an invisible
Mill fallen from a cloud
That was formed by the
Assembly of two opposing thoughts.

Listen to...
The old box fan that represents
The alchemy of a child
Singing into the blades
That echo the hope
Of an innocent not yet
Intimidated by the power that
Supplies all movement
Around and around.

Listen to...
The steps of a mother
Rushing to and fro
Gathering ambitions and
Ferociously chasing away
Broken fantasies
By trying to duplicate
The mirror of her own young
illusions of life before it wasn’t
What it was.

Listen to...
The smile of the puppy’s
Paws as she rushes
To greet the awakening
Of a new day that escorts
In the transitioning curtain
That unveils the many
Family and friends that
Participate in the cutting
Of the ribbon and all that it
Remembers.

Just listen...