Native of Smoky Mountains

The moon glows with its silver blue light The light is like pearl shaped tears In the curtain of night Soul yearns with wild desire In the mountains dew arises to the sky It creates a pale mist Beautiful but eerie is this scene Almost supernatural is shadow ancient trees will cast The reflected in the sun pale mist looks sublime The ocean of trees rather than green looks blue One can almost see the passage of time Young Cherokee warrior stands in the light of full moon His soul enters the sky like a dream The howling of a wolf can be heard for miles In the light of Pleiades young warriors’ essence will swim Great Spirit resonates through him with divine echoes Wolf is reflection The unbound imagination All levels of existence and beyond are creation Otherworldly nirvana is mathematical vision of perfection