the wind chimes

"FINALIST" 2005 Galaxy Poetry Competition

the wind chimes move
there is no sound
the paper in the driveway
and the dew on the ground

the people in the bed
in the room next door
the fire in the sky
makes a shadow on the floor

no one except me
sees the creeping of the black
hands that once moved closer
suddenly drawn back

nothing except the sun
can make the darkness go away
and console a broken heart
when the chimes begin to play