Wind chimes permeate
From a steady stream
Of remembrance

From loyal
And homely thoughts
The faithful glow
In bygone grace

Their refrain
Is a stern
Unwavering cry
In which
I quietly bask

Doomed to the hours
Once foolishly deplored
At home
Beneath the glimmer
Of fire-bred affection

Their song travels supreme
Ghostly and plagued
With the curse
Of long spoiled hopes