If smiles were salutations then we've conversed a hundred times Our paths always crossing briefly never seeking to intertwine The mountain air calls out to us both to walk, to run and hide And the words that seem to escape us both perplex me every time As seasons change and years fly by the truth resonates inside That despite our newfound friendship we will never cross the divide The gap that separates two hearts but hinders not bright eyes
Bright Eyes is one of many from a bygone era. I'm not done writing new stuff. Just wanted to share these two or three old favorites.