The Calling Chimes

Entwining in invisible strings,
The wind’s fingers play an enchanting tune
Bringing a bewitching security as if on cue.

Lullabies, a pleasant sound full of yearning,
Gently rouse the spirits that course through
A forgotten motherland that breathes life and virtue.

A crystal voice of clarity
Awaken the guardians and phantoms
Who guard with vigil their ancestor’s mantle.

Dancing with glee
Into a nearby forest where mystical creatures are merry,
Its enticing murmur spreads to every goblin, elf, dwarf and fairy.

But when the wind dies
The wind chime dwindles and echoes painfully on
Longing for the wind to come again whether dusk or dawn.