Ismael Garay The Wind Chimes For my sister, Diana Your face came to me under the wind chimes as I let rain fall on wet leaves not yet scattered by time. It becomes you, that winter smile, your eyes of warm grace melting snow. I’ve only seen snow falling once and it caused a farewell. I wish the wind chimes sang new songs and the leaves never fell. Untitled, in Spanish For Mayra Tus ojos verdes y gitanos. Tus labios con la sangre de Cristo. Tu piel de luna blanca que nadie toca. Las lagrimas de ayer que nunca me dan paz, ni gracia, ni un espejo para ver tu alma en mis manos con raizes muertas. Tus ojos verdes y gitanos.