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
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