Watching the Shadow's Dance
Watching the shadow's dance
Upon the elder's fiery glow
I begin the long and steady drumbeat
As curling tendrils of smoke begin to flow
As songs of the great spirit rise
The Autumn moon hanging in purest white
I fall beyond the edge of dream
Engulfing visions of the endless flight
For now my people subdued of hope
Without worry nor fleshly need
Watching the shadows dance
Upon the elder's fiery glow
I plant the sacred seed
Within my rejoicing soul
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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