Silent Eyes

Good Day to you
Strangers near and far
Across this remote forest valley deep
Upon this land of blissful sleep
Kind neighbors who share this blessed land
A silent path few understand
We hear and see each other near
Peer to the sun, to not have fear
Cast ones eyes upon same star
So close, yet so far
I respect the way you choose to live
So isolated, yet so much you give
Our paths are not the same
Yet no one here is of the lame
Our paths may twist and rarely meet
Yet good day to you, merry greet
Good sisters who left behind what world stole
For here we walk the path of souls
I enjoy the sound of ringing bells
To mark the day
Rise one who fell
I hear your voice across wild divide
Yet your stone fortress hides my eye
I sight in a window rare
Yet I often feel you stare
How fairs your springtime seeds
What sight your harvest feeds
For you follow he, natures friend
His feminine disciple, poverty led
In Winters death
The end of Falls breath
Upon your hill I am plain to see
A strange appearance
With certainty
I blaze a raging fire bright
A beacon of Otherworldly delight
Our dogs we hear chase and play
Just as humans of the same day
Upon the wind I oft hear you speak
Many sound so youthful and meek
Ever away yet so full of life
I understand you left this world
This world of strife
How strange I must be at times
As I howl so deep
In to the sky so high
For your great bell ever rings
As my howl too does ever sing
All differences cast away
We each sing
Sing of a king

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