Chimes

half a hero.

I will stand in the rain,

remeniscing,

wandering.

if your hair is grey,

or whether you are still breathing.

writing rhymes,

scratch the words,

dancing to the chimes: On a blank page, it hurts.

I will fall, then il rise.

All but you will be suprised.

the rain, silvery drops

blurry lights,

in winter nights

"we once followed".

if you would dance if I asked you to dance?

Would you read this,

or bleed in laughter.

It's just a bit of noise.