Having seen so much,
yet they are not bitter
by gold and silver, or plush velvet and ruby encrusted pillows.
Not obeying laws of decadence and lavish spoils of war, spoils of royalty, these things do not phase or turn them in the wrong direction.
Grounded by virtue they hold only love.
The brightness in the sunshine, the sky above the mountains,
the twinkle in the stars is seen inside.
The rest in peace,
the breathe of hope,
the fire of determination,
lighting up my soul
like a lantern glow
and untouched sacred water.
They cry when you cry and smile when you smile,
They show it all.
Vivid and transparent,
hiding nothing.
A deep river of goodness flows within, embracing life with it's toils and struggles, with not a moan or a waver in courage, faithful to the last blink.
They see into and through you,
They know you,
Joining with your gaze, meeting you, in a safe haven that never fades.
