Fire of Silence

The uncanny feelings slither through
this cavernous vista like the lonely fire
that burns within the phantoms and faded
shadows that once had casted forth

The living trance would once long ago
in the ancient times, howl and clamor a
deep declaration from the coyotes in the
flourishing, rolling hills of eternal rest

The emotion of blazing skies
would burn the candled nights beneath
the green, talking cedars.
The clouds shattered by so many ages
without a footstep never even faded.
Truly the soil, and the blue skies of this
ripe sphere was a rest and a haven to give
sanction to uneasy souls when there
was no other warmth.

The compassion and benevolence was given
to their calm and humble hearts.
Only they would know the song, and
it was a chant. This divinity of celestial
brilliance would cast away the evils,
It was a silence where the Creator spread
his spirit over the land. A genuine peace
was upon everything. It was trusted!

Away in the hidden mountains, and
anywhere there was a belief, the
faith was built up.

The Creatures of the forest
did rest and sleep. The fowls raised
their young. All in life was quiet,
and still.

Alone, where the old people of the
Earth traveled, while they lived
close together in this life.
Long ago, into ages of silence.

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