Late one warm Summer’s eve
sleeping with windows open wide
I hear the soft melody
of distant wind chimes
Random notes gently cascade
beneath an audience of stars
in a unique symphony
co written with the oblivious breeze
sleeping with windows open wide
I hear the soft melody
of distant wind chimes
Random notes gently cascade
beneath an audience of stars
in a unique symphony
co written with the oblivious breeze
So very symbolic
in a metaphoric way
that only would be
poet philosophers can appreciate
Fate is the wind
We are the music
At that very moment
as I ponder this cosmic relationship
with a pillow over my head
I suddenly recall
how much I DESPISE wind chimes
determined to mess with my sleep
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