Seven Bells

Seven bells wail their plaintiff song,
One for childhood,
Two for love,
Three for waits too long.

Four more times the cold air rings,
Four for youth,
Five for lust,
Six for shiny things.

Last the crystal sound is heard,
Seven . . . seven . . . seven,
Seven for the stifled word.

(c) Copyright 2007, Greg Sanders

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