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A deep and meaningful poem to me. A true story of renewed love.
|by Rosemary J. Gwaltney|
|When you came back home,
You collected old discarded pipes,
Cutting them to chime perfectly on key;
Lifting them with caring hands -
Hanging them from the fir tree just so.
Now wind chimes ring pure in the darkness.
When you came back home,
Piecing together my scattered life
Meticulously - as you tuned the chimes -
Your smile warmed the leftovers of me,
Long stale in the ice-box of loneliness.
You brought back my broken fragments
That had been in your pocket since you went away;
Breathing new love into my withered heart. Then
Taking out the perfect pearl called trust,
You tenderly tucked it back in.
Tuning up our ancient chords, with quiet resolve,
You patiently shone our old fine memories
With your gentle, caring soul;
Blessing my life with sweet sensitivity,
Until our deepest passion shone again,
Chiming new love perfectly in tune in the darkness.
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