I Am the Wind
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A gentle breeze strums a soft lullaby;
a sweet rhapsody to lull me to sleep
with wind chimes; its choice of instruments.
Ever so lightly, an ethereal note gets struck,
vibrating within my soul
on its way to a dream.
The Sandman hums along
until my thoughts begin to drift
upon a sea of possibilities;
lured by the tinkling tunes,
as the wind chimes in.
Unknown melodies and subtle chords
capture my imagination;
as a symphony of musical interludes is
orchestrated by the whims of the wind.
While sleep; summoned by the sound of bells,
takes me to the land of dreams,
where I am the wind, playing with chimes.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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