Ancient Echoes

As I stand here at the rim, father sun comes peeking all around me I can hear the old ones speaking Journey Deeper The trail draws me down into the womb of Mother Earth and from the canyon walls the sounds of childish mirth Journey Deeper standing, bone drenched, under a waterfall so tall it seems to wash the sky I hear the ancient courting flute, as ancient lovers sigh Journey Deeper slowly I work my way to the rushing waters at her heart I hear the anguished cries of the men who’ll never depart Journey Deeper I sit beside the river’s edge, & search the canyons of my mind and lose myself in the ancient voices, echoes of mankind Journey Deeper © June 2003