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Windchimes
Windchimes In my advancing years Clarity eludes me now and then. I sit quietly in the gazebo. Your book and glasses not yet removed from your seat. Drifting into sleep I awaken suddenly. with confusion reigning again. I quietly call your name The need to see you is overwhelming. I search the gardens for you Panic setting in to my heart. Then in the cool evening summer breeze. The gentle chiming of the windchimes Calm my panic as your soft words once did. Then under the blooming arches of the rose arbor I see you. A basket of flowers hang from your arm. The fading light from the evening sun. Frames a halo about your long hair. My eyes mist So sweet so astoundingly beautiful As calm as the mist on a summer's morn. You smile at me The windchimes tinkle softly in the air. You tell me the sweet wudruff is taking over The hollyhocks need trimming And the roses need pruning You tell me all of these things. But all I see is your sweet heart of purest gold. The rose arbor framing the light of my life. Glowing as the sun at the Centre of my small universe. I fall to my knees to pay homage. As you fade into the evening shadows. Just the lilt of the windchimes Dance over the perfumed bounty Of our flowering gardens
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