Monday, November 16, 2015

A Warriors Lament

As the rain falls gently on the fallen leaves

softening the sound of my steps

I can hear the sounds of the woodlands

the bending of the trees in the wind

and the hollow drum in my heart

my love unending has no road to travel

no destination to draw it home

and my moccasins will never dry

in the tent of my beloved

1 comment:

  1. How absolutely beautiful. I love your mind, your beautiful mind.....

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