On the mountain top
where the clouds dare to be
the birds have their freedom
and the wind gently sings songs
of the old ones you see
In this place and time...
a large flat stone...has been uncovered
thru decades of the earth's wear
bringing dreams of past times
for one such as I to share
Upon this stone of the earth
stood a warrior of great strength
you ask... how do you know?
in his hair was two feathers of white
and he was wrapped in a blanket of gray
his arms were extended as to foretell of a day
His left arm in the direction of the west
his right toward the east...
the sun above us was very bright
but not so as to lose sight
of the sky above us colored in blue
The wind began to blow...
singing a song of beauty
across my face and hair..
I could feel the powerful spirit
of the warrior drawing me near
The earth under my bare feet...
I could feel the grass and stones
slowly, and gently I moved closer
not knowing ... what was to be
The black bird circled above me
and this warrior of old ...
time stood still...
for how long it was I do not know,
that I walked toward the warrior...
I think that time just froze...
When the smooth stone was finally
at my feet.....
I came face to face with the one I was to meet
As the warrior's arms swiftly engulfed me
I felt as though life was given to me
and within the blanket I would remain
my days and my being as I've known it
will no longer be the same...
Windsong
Copyright Jun...99
