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A saccharine rueful cry rode upon the wind,
   not a howl but a solemn ceaseless wail of tears
whispering a last bell's ring, peal and tolling goodbye;
a farewell to blended melancholic images and visions
   that once permeated the echoing halls and corridors
   where voices rang a rhythmic haunt of point and purpose.

Now only the mournful chimes ring out
   blending into one solitary hum of shrill vibrations
when heores fall and memories grow hollow and short;
their now inaudible representation fading
   for those left to enviously follow
   or others to willingly ignore the footsteps.

Imprinted on the breeze
  the aureole of brillint sun begins to fade
and history inadequately records the garbled sounds;
time passing, inconceivable kaleidiscope discolorations
  the venerated celibacy of thought expunged
  by inherent truism of the amulets of freedom.

Tremulous and tender the pedantic strident sings loudly
  and the ooze of the death knell tolls ineptly sings,
straining the ear to open, hear, listen to the reverberations;
the anthologic repository rigid,  closes, locks in the wind,
  while the alcove resounds indulgent in unequivocal silence
  definitive climatic acknowledgement, the knell secured and muffled.






 8/26/18 Edward ibeh's Wind Chimes contest
also, in honor of John McCain's passing.

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