Windchimes

Windchimes

A story of advancing years

And loss

By

Jude kyrie

In my advancing years

Clarity eludes me now and then

. I sit quietly in the gazebo.

Your book and glasses

not yet removed from your seat.

Drifting into sleep I awaken suddenly.

with confusion reigning again.

I quietly call your name

The need to see you is overwhelming.

I search the gardens for you

Panic setting in to my heart.

Then in the cool evening summer breeze.

The gentle chiming of the windchimes

Calm my panic as your soft words once did.

Then under the blooming arches

of the rose arbor I see you.

A basket of flowers hang from your arm.

The fading light from the evening sun.

Frames a halo about your long hair.

My eyes mist

So sweet so astoundingly beautiful

As calm as the mist on a summer's morn.

You smile at me

The windchimes tinkle softly in the still air.

You tell me

the sweet wudruff is taking over

The hollyhocks need trimming

And the roses need pruning

You tell me all of these things.

But all I see is your sweet heart of purest gold.

The rose arbor framing the light of my life.

Glowing as the sun at the Centre of my small universe.

I fall to my knees to pay homage to you.

As you fade away into the evening shadows.

Just the lilt of the windchimes

Dance over the perfumed bounty

Of our flowering gardens

The music is chopins nocturne played with gentle touch

On the piano...perhaps you may enjoy it as I do

Smiles

Jude

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