The Stream of Tears

Prisms breaking on the water rainbows falling through the pines early morning on the river skimming light as feathers gliding in the white canoe.... In the bow you breathe the daybreak Raven hair flys out behind you here where only love can find you in the white canoe Fast the feathers,flowers,flowing on beside us through the glowing lead us on to where we're going in the white canoe past the places of the otters fingers trailing in the waters faces of our sons and daughters in the white canoe as my dream of love grows dimmer you turn to me and I remember what you said in dark December in the white canoe "I must ever travel on through these mountains all alone until the time that you come home in the white canoe". "See me now as I'm before you, though I leave you, I adore you, I'll be always waiting for you, in the white canoe" Somewhere on this Stream of Tears you are waiting through the years but in these dreams you're always here, in the white canoe.