The emptiness of a wind-chime
Blowing in the breeze
Rings hollow with a shrill sound
Echoing the vacuous nature within.
Cut down to make room for a sun-dial
Spreading radiance and light.
Sometimes I miss the music
That lets my soul take flight.
The rays of the sun lets my pupils shine bright.
Without this bright light, there would be no sight.
The orange hues brings colour on my skin.
The deep dark soul now shines within…