Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Ode to Wind Chimes

The wind always blew gently alongside you when you arrived
making the wind chimes ring sweetly
as they hung by the doorway,
and that I hugged you tight, longing.

Up until the day that you left
without saying a word. You turned back from me
early in the morning - the sun rose,
and you vanished like a phantom.

The wind has since played tricks on me,
as every time I sit or lie in bed,
the breeze would blow to ring the chime's shells
and they laughed in delight, rings sweetly.

Impulsively, I stood up, faced the mirror,
fixed my hair or checked
if anything looked bothersome,
marched out, prepared a smile.

And I held out my hands to embrace you
only to feel the gentle touch of the wind
and hear it whisper, "It is I, my child."
You have not arrived.

For all the mails I have sent,
I ask you in return.
Have you ever read them at all?
When will the postman retire?

by: Jan Kevin de Quiroz

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