Silver Bells Chimes for True Love
Everyone Will Hear Silver Bells One Day
She heard the silver bells chiming
softly in the night,
And they rang until the darkness
broke into light.
They chimed in the valley, and all
through the Gaps and Hollows,
They would chime until morning
She watched the snowflakes fall in
their dissimilar designs,
So picturesque, as they fell into trees,
clinging to leaves, to be forever enshrines.
Still, she watched with her face pressed
to the cold class---
the beauty of an icy winter’s day,
While she recalled her memories of when
her love----went away.
She was youthful then in her body and mind,
She laughed, she danced, she loved him
so dear----the one who left her behind.
Oh! What a handsome man was he—so tall,
so strong, his hair black as sin,
His dark eyes so molten-- shined with love
and passion;--no--she could never love anyone
It was December in 1941, when he answered his country’s
call to war,
His love letters came each day, until---- they came no more.
Many years later at 92, her body frail, but her mind still sharp,
She sits in the dark, in her favorite rocking chair----waiting with
a loving heart,
Because in her mind they--- would not --always be apart.
Her sweet precious Darling —her Dear.
She felt a sudden tightness in her breast,
So she sits down in her rocking chair to rest.
Sometime, later in the night, one could still hear the
silver bells ringing louder throughout the mountain sides--
as a knock sounded at her door,
She managed to open it, --- then she took the hand that was
extended with strong young fingers---- because she was not
I knew you would come for me, my Dear,
I have waited all this time---right here.
He smiled as he passionately kissed her forever waiting lips,
until they were so fully sated,
His igneous dark eyes showed the yearning of how long he
Her favorite niece came to her cabin the next day,
And found her Aunt’s cold body in her chair, but she said to
one and all—she did not die-----she just went away.
The niece looked out the window, her eyes searching in the
twilight, as her tears unchecked fell down her young face,
Do we get another change at love somewhere in a future time
Then she saw her once again young Aunt floating in the icy mist
with her young love at her side, so handsome---as she waved goodbye,
She was once again so young and beautiful, so extremely in love—
the niece could only sigh—she could hear her Aunt’s fading voice
—“My Darling, don’t cry.”
Silver Bells Chimes for True Love,
Sang the Winter White Dove.
And the silver bells chimed louder that day,
Yes, they rang louder that day when her beautiful young--
92 year old aunt—went happily away.
Silver Bells Chimes for True Love
The niece stood alone in the twilight by her aunt’s grave,
her heart was broken,
Then softly the sounds of chimes from the church filled
the air—as if a token.
Suddenly, a strong wind sweep through the family graveyard,
sending all the fallen leaves in disarray,
She needed to go, but the thought of her aunt made her stay.
Then as the first stars of the night did appear,
An Owl’s loud hoot-hoot, made her fear.
That her aunt was not happy where she might be,
Until, through the moonlight a lavender butterfly flew
near for her to see.
Oh, thank you auntie for the sign,
I know you are now happy—yes, it is
secure in my mind.
Cautiously, she walked towards the unpainted
gate to go away,
“I will visit you another day.”
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