Wind Chimes of Time
Holding hands to keep time from being wound...
Like patient wind chimes that spill small sounds...
Life inside a raindrop where the vision is unclear...
Upside down words that speak without a moist tear...
Still pictures of forever that coat our misty trails...
With street signs of misdirection that pull for us to fail...
A stumble or two teaches us the value of what we have today...
To always remember the cold and sadness before it went away...
We hang on to the one thing in life that will always keeps us true...
Faith in where we are and how it will always be just me and you...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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