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“The Chimes” The warmth of these tears is like your voice, When you blossom where nothing grows, Towering overhead, my heart withers with the sun… Alas! that I never can dream you at will. Where we meet, the birds weep in tears of song— So beautiful—so sadly beautiful in wings of pearl, Where colors dance as I understand them Through my tears, in a peaceful dream Where I have cried against decay— Where I have wept with such happy sorrow To find myself in your arms—where I want to stay— Weeping joyous in the sorrow of my heart in your dead arms. I want to stay where only your voice is real, Naked in the dew; never saying, “goodbye,” As I waken with eyes closed over the tears Following without you from the dream. Beautiful—so sadly beautiful—the chimes Sigh in welcome, far across the voiceless sun. I hear the birds, but they do not sing, For I dare to sleep no more. © 2023 Marten Hoyle