There are no longer
echoes of your rhymes
even in my memory
of them.

They rode off  on the wind.
They reached a point
when they were so far away
that I had to cup my fingers
around my ears to hear them fade.

I stood beneath wind chimes,
my feelings alive for you
and etched in lines I thought would
never cease.

How elusive time is.
Rain fell on me
in sunshine.
There is a saying about that.
It echoes from the canyons of my past.
It has my grandfather’s soft voice.