Hearts, cradled, coupled, we string wind chimes on Time.
Silent, shimmering, glimmering, these wind chimes on Time.
Through love glossed lips, wind whipped whispers find,
Silent chimes, chimes we hung, strung on Time!

Ringing, singing, these chimes strung on Time,
Dancing, prancing in our wind, glistening chimes tied to Time.
Love whispered wind in line with Time,
These swinging, singing chimes we hung on Time!

Stirred by whispers hardly heard, these chimes on Time.
Our embrace, fettered, tethered to wind whipped chimes in Time.
Flowing, floating, these wind-churned chimes we flung on Time.
Our souls adore, soar with these chimes, chimes through Time.
Through Time we Soar!
To listen, to glisten ‘til Time’s no more!

Michael S. Shelton 12/6/01

Alone, in this forest and on this trail,
Thoughts of you on this trail,
Thoughts of you and OUR dance,
Our dance and our winds of romance!

Yes! This forest and this wind,
And this trail that may never end!
I and thoughts, thoughts of you,
In this forest, on this trail, missing you!

Then, aside I notice, see I, a leaf falling,
This leaf in this forest and I stalling
To see it falling, this oak leaf aloft.
Thought I of you and our love so soft!

This wind and this falling leaf,
Playing, swaying, this wind and leaf!
This oak leaf covered, cradled, led by wind!
And this wind, the leaf it safely, softly tends!

Watched I, in this forest and on this trail,
A dance of the leaf and wind I knew so well!
For you see, the leaf was you!
And I the wind! Dancing with you!

Dancing, we two!

Michael S. Shelton
11/11/2012

Dark, before dawn and “Cold”.
Dark here, alone, and no one to hold.
This “Cold”, in the dark, my heart stole,
And left sadness and a hole in my soul.

Now why the dark and his friend the “Cold”?
Why lock me in sepulcher sadness in this hole?
And subtract! extract! in this dark, a toll,
That requires my heart and my soul?

I know why the dark and his friend the “Cold”
Came to me in the dark to take their toll!
Why she died, I’ll never know.
But in her place came the dark and the “Cold”!

Sunrise and through my window
A beam, a beam bright aglow.
And I saw this beam, but still dark and “Cold”!
Her place, undisturbed and sadness untold!!

Why this beam, warm now against the “Cold”?
Burning on my wall! scenes bold against the “Cold”!
Dark backs away, away from this beam’s hold
And returns my heart and my soul!

This beam! bright and brilliant, behold!
No more dark, hurt or cold!
For now I see! This I know!
The sun is your heart, the beam, your love and the wall, my soul!

Michael S. Shelton 11/16/02

Sepulcher - tomb

Sit I, in a warm breeze under this tree,
As a lark invades my melancholy canopy,
With wing whipped wind and simple beauty,
This bird wipes my tears away by feathered duty.

Came I, in a warm breeze, to this meadow,
As a lark lights in this tree, this shadow,
Its chirp giving birth to a new song.
From that roar, my hurt now flees, sadness dethroned.

Know I, in a warm breeze, in this meadow,
The lark that pierces my leafed globe
Is no more than my love for thee,
And my soul, in this meadow, that tree.

Michael S. Shelton 12/05/02