Susie's Poem

 Whistling through days
melting are clouds
faces so endless 
filling air 
thoughts are loud

rhythmic these sounds
our minds changing tunes
narrowing  a darkness
cast are voices that loom

far from these edges
signs are not cleared
of constant vibrations
we first think of fear

laughter that leaves us
peering in jest
scoffing lithe echos 
we did not request

hovering as birds
that hummingly buzz
tuning ears with a tone
of minds molting love


now scattered with breeze........