a deep dismal peal, that echoes
through the streets, bare and bleak.
I ache, staring at the quiet emptiness
hovering over the lonely neighbourhood
And the days are counting...
I pause to hearken to the silence, cold
and distant descending towards reality
whose gentle prodding
summons me to marvel at the heavens.
And so I stop to gaze at the birds
as they soar, at liberty,
twirling and wheeling past each other
how I yearn...
And I admire
from a distance, the forgotten splendour of flowers in bloom,
quivering with pleasure of gentle wind
and I lift my head to savour the moment,
delighting in the wind swirling,
whirling, around … me.
And I open my eyes
and I realise, the silence
and the bells, and the flowers,
and the birds gliding freely
And I, I remain
on the other side, looking out
through the window,
day after day until such time when
the days will reveal.