I heard the bells last night
they took the gift of space
and held in their chimes
the wordless language
Do bells feel the joys
of a wedding?
Do they feel the laments
of a funeral? Or do
they just suspend themselves in space?
Their echoes rhythmic and breathless
like a maiden running in the meadow
welcoming the latitude and expanse
eluding the claustrophobia of muffled feelings
My dreams feel the miracle of sound
conceived in void
birthed in the coherence of
metal on metal~~
I love the sound of bells chiming.
Copyright ZSA 2014 Jan 3rd.