Ding, Ding!

Bells in the distance.
Heat drumming on the baseboards.
Sirens singing the songs based on sine,
"a saw-tooth waveform with complex sub-harmonics,"
And then silence.
Now I breathe &
the waves break upon
the beaches of my heart.
And the grove of beech,
In the forest of my mind,
Stretch ever upward,
In search and praise
Of the Great Light.