Carillons

This is a time for change,
Change to be rung through, by carillons.
Four bells ringing, ringing out
A new sound. Bells

Calling to the dampness of your early dew.
Shadows shortening at the brilliant sounds.
Eastern light dancing in the
Circles of song. Our Limbs

Warm and soft, reach out, full-nerved.
Feeling for each other, we touch, hold. Now
We grow, intertwining on the overtones of the
Bells, weaving and turning, a heavy fullness hanging in the air.
We

Hear the sounds, but have no words. All is
Strange and sudden and new. We laugh.
We are a peal of bells. And then
Light breaks through.