A wind of Heaven

Wind Chimera
Bamboo, Wood,
Glass,
or the tiny bells from Tibet,
wind chimes that make beautiful sounds
but sometimes there is no wind...
To love ubiquitous
always feeling alone
except in love with a newcomer
but sometimes, there are only strangers,
no love, no wind to sing the Chimera.
Your own body told you to love me,
As the Sun moves the winds,
yet, You deny a nature of women,
you have denied our purpose,
if but to bump into each other
and find there is a music of us.
a Simple sweet intention so wrapped in details
stilled, motionless...
Only storms move us now, but not together
and we cannot hear the lost chords
for the roaring thunder
and laughing clouds, hiding tears.




chi·me·ra (kI-mîr'uh, kuh-)

noun
A Heavenly sound

An impossible or foolish fantasy.