Indian Ink

INDIAN INK Indian Accent, form the whispers inside Chanting from long ago Echoes come and go Losing time in a soft eternal glow A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene Dry blue eyes enchanting melodies! Voices fall from the sky, rising hymns release ancient demons CLINGING to the SOUL! Darkness dwells under - gentle moonlight Ancestors of the Spirit World! Weaving Native smoke into the barren air Indian spirits haunt the muddy Earth Moccasin makers rise from underneath, While guardians of dream catchers - print the Universe Smooth thread from the outer world. Arrowheads, Ivory gems, feathers, and illusions I stumble upon a florid kiss....... My veins! Run cold, like ice through a desert night. Winds of enchanted drums - cry out for rain Hollow chimes mesmerize, my ties, my eyes An ancient rage begins to flare --- MADNESS! takes place among the sanity of who I am The spear of perfumed buffalo scrapes my skin I remove the veil that covers my eyes The hands that cover my ears Drying the scalp that bleeds on my face KINDRED IN EVERY WAY! Raven silk braids and feathers on my hair Dancing in a horrid hallucination of Peyote, Waking up from the “American Dream.” Holding out my arms, I am free, I can fly, I AM A BIRD!