The Silence Wanders Where it Will

Chimes on a windless day hold still.
They savor memories of old.
The silence wanders where it will.

Tonight's promise of quiet will
surely invite hushed whispers told.
Chimes on a windless day hold still.

Upon the porch the couple thrills
as quietly their hands enfold.
The silence wanders where it will.

Their eyes embrace the distant hills
as they huddle against the cold.
Chimes on a windless day hold still.

With wrinkled smiles despite the chill,
years of marriage have not grown cold.
The silence wanders where it will.

With cheerful hope they can't conceal,
they look beyond the days of old.
Chimes on a windless day hold still.
The silence wanders where it will.

15 June 2007 by Glen Alan Woods