Endless Circles of Sound

A ring of silver hums so slow

Whispers in waves that come and go, go

Soft echoes bending like a bow

Endless circle spinning wide Metal whispers Time unwind

Round, round and round we drift, collide Tiny chimes like

drops in air Floating, pulsing everywhere A sound

of prayer A weightless stare Infinite beats that breathe expand Soft as whispers

cupped in hands no start, no wind, no solid land