Mystic Ode

Do you now hear the wind chimes Ride the windy melody? A sparkling tune set in time In moments fragmentary. The morning sun sweeps warmly A sparkle of vivid tints; Awakening sights to see The breezy colours light mints. Another day flings my way, A chance to dance and to sing; Such fleeting hours by the bay, Such poignant sense offerings. Patterns thrill my mystic ode, I write of fond zesty flings; Words chime and rhyme in sure code, Symbols bid goodbye to spring. Hot and humid June now hurls The fragrant wit of summer; No jest can stop the hot swirls As sweaty brows remember. The heat of day soon descends As tired earth retires to rest; Till the morrow sun ascends To replay that fiery zest. Do you hear the wind chimes groan To usher the night's nocturne? Let's put to bed our tired moans Ere a new dawn brings sun burn. My fare is simple to see: Work and eat and drink and write; Feel and think and craft poetry, My mystic ode I recite. Leon Enriquez 02 May 2015 Singapore