“Wind Chime”

 

 A middle course

betwixt heights and depths,

we drift through life

rather than truly live.

 

The prey of endless days

and sterile memories

like wandering shadows

in quiet mortal distress.

 

Living in company

with those memories

that serve no purpose

we savor regret.

 

Leaving undone

what might have been

vainly trying to grasp

what might be.

 

Setting course on an imaginary train,

we rail through the silence

to capture but a tinkling sound,

of an emotional…wind chime.

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-Peter