The wind is singing for you...
For even the wind can see the beauty of your eyes...
And the sweetness of your soul...
How I wish I was the wind...
So I could move around...
Follow the universe of your eyes...
And cause every wind chime in my path to sing for you...
I am not the wind...
And I can not fly...
But I can write sonnets...
I will leave them by my door...
And hope the wind will carry them for you...
Next time the chime sounds...
It is announcing one of my poems heading your way...
Maybe one day I will be the chime...
And I will whisper sonnets to your ears...