by Chaz Van Heyden
Can you hear that-
Can you hear that tinkling?
The tintinnabulating treasure of Sound.
I think about them and feel good.
The wind blows,
The chimes speak to me.
Back down the centuries to a Village,
In Asia I’m reminded of another time, and
When the wind blew
Across a mountain top overlooking a verdant
Valley bustling with happy people.
Raised indifferently in a callous city in the East; made my way back to the West from which I was torn from my father very early in life. Thought the thoughts of a poet/writer/philosopher most of my life; but, it wasn’t until certain vicissitudes changed the course of it that I began writing and publishi