Windchimes

I was lost, but I found myself in my second favorite sound on earth, the sound of windchimes.

 I step into the night air

Attempting to clear my head

And somewhere, in the distance

I hear the windchimes

   

I take to the empty roads

Fleeing from my thoughts

And somewhere, in the distance

I hear the windchimes

        

In the woods I long to vanish

To be swallowed by the darkness

And somewhere, in the distance

I hear the windchimes

         

And then the walls break down

And my thoughts flow out

They drift away 

Like the like the sweet notes

Caught in the icy night's wind

         

All of the sudden, my head is silent

And for the first time, I can actually hear

I hear the trees begin to speak

The wind begin to sing,

And the night begin to whisper

And I can still hear the windchimes

      

They bring my thoughts back

Calmly, queitly, sweetly

Where once was chaos,

Now is symphonic sound

And I can still hear the windchimes

        

I breath in the night

And the night breathes in me

And somewhere, in the distance

I can still hear the windchimes

        

I close my eyes and face my thoughts

Staring down my demons

And somewhere, in the distance

I can still hear the windchimes

           

I step out of the night

My head full of inspiration

And somewhere, in the distance

I can still hear the windchimes

Reviews

[Chelsea]

Wow, I really like this, especially the repetition of "I can still hear the windchimes". It really added to the rhythm of this poem. Nicely done(: