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Hills' Gentle Crowns
by Gavion E. Chandler
The hills coveted with a silence
Crowned and nestled tight with plains of snow.
The heavens still, quiet with an unspoken calm.
Night now transcending.
Dawn promised within twilight's silent song.
This night still with a silence; A silence now in waiting.
The heavens, they cast steel grey 'gainst the rising horizen.
This night bitter cold with its watch...
Snow's gentle purities of affections, graced with beauty's stilled perfection
Lays 'cross earths entombed and fortified;
They in this hour, heavy would such beauty seem.
Trees barren of their crowning fleece,
Silhouettes poised in unspoken strength
Each scribing hours of men within their binding rings.
Here we in silent company stand and remember
The earth moans, burdened with hopes and regrets
Who we long to dream in Prayer's Silence, now in hope to speak in heart.
To she, whom came to be in Passing 'midst this Forsaken Hour.
The winds wail, carrying our sorrows heavenward.
In Prayer's Silence in hope that she might hear.
These unspoken thoughts.
That may not have chanced to whisper their affections
In those hours that have since come to pass.
'Midst this night, masqued deep within this silence,
Where the earth moans deep, bound and cursed with that Dreamless Slumber
We, in affectiobns born of our heart, our soul,
Weep in this hour forsaken unto that Master's Hand Unseen.
Who now beckons that Dark Brother, And the duties 'dorned by His Watch.
As twilight heaven born would strike their distant stare.
We who'd play and prey 'midst this Hour and it's Waking Dreams,
We, in this Moment of Standing remember in gentle fondness those wisdoms and hopes.
That echo in the distance, beyond this Silence and its Hollow Tale-
For it is but a dream.
Here in silence, 'midst solemn ground.
We in heart long her tender fellowship.
Yet in this Standing Silence,
We know her now to be found within a gentle peace.
Which she in heart, in soul now comes to embrace.
The hills coveted with a silence
Crowned and nestled tight with plains of snow
The heavens still, quiet with an unspoken calm.
Night now transcending, Dawn promised within twilight's silent song.
This night, still, silent with heaven's unspoken peace.
While blossoms of trees whisper in unspoken dreams and their vision
Harvests born of their crowning fleece.
Here, in that Hour she bides in peace
And in our hearts, she in gentle beauty
Whispers dreams born of hopes and tender memories.
by Gavion E. Chandler
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