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
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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