Promise Ring

Sounds like bells drip off your lips
pooling into a pond of promise.
Vows ring out of golden tulips
singing sweet petal soft sonnets.

Whispers become songs
from sanctuary towers
chiming a reminder of time.
With time comes growth
and volume rises
lifting you up Liberty’s spine.

In this tower lives a bell so bulbous
and weathered wearing a striking
line of age. In your ear she screams
you are too close to hear
anything but clamor.

Sounds like bells can start so soft
leaving lingering hums of sadness.
Sounds like bells can start so soft
but bellow out and become disastrous.