An Old Church Courtyard

In the moldering courtyard I linger awhile Among ancient arches, in the old Spanish style Revealed are sad stories...these etched stones hide Ring out wild bells to the wild sky! The marble fountain would murmur here Above the doorway, vines withered and bare Aloft from the tower, are the four watchful eyes Ring out wild bells to the wild sky! Three vestige bells hang overhead Their voices silent, songs are long dead Only the pigeons, with cooing cries Ring out wild bells to the wild sky! From the ruined walls so simply laid Shadows of saints...moss covered jade The weeping old willow, leaves crackled and dry Ring out wild bells to the wild sky Far from today, I will pass on through This gate, this place brings peace anew I drink with my ears and my glistened eyes Ring out wild bells to the wild sky The flowers still bloom and the overgrowth tells The ancient tolling, of the song of the bells When the rest of the world is passing by Ring out wild bells to the wild sky! The longing to know, is within my heart Yet a peace I will find, when I finally depart Tho' silent they have been, over graves that lie Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!