Primal Remembrances In Honor Of My Cherokee Ancestors
In fragrant forest deep on moonlit night before we sleep we rise in flight above tall cedars on spirit wings and hear the song the mountain sings.
Beside the brook on soft deer skin we tenderly touch and dream again We soar like eagles. With wolves we sprint golden eyes reflecting a wild, wise glint.
We hunt with cougar and frolic with deer. Swim the great river as we hold each other near. Moons have passed Many suns have yet to rise. Tonight I dwell in the world of your eyes.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
always a pleasure to read your work
Carole
Loved it,
Michael
Spiritually in touch with life.
D
Vesna:)
xo Taylor
Beautiful, romantic poetry at its best!
Your talent has always amazed me, Belle.
Keep writing!!!
~Linda~
Take care,
Sherry
This is just a lovely piece of poetry. Done with the expertise that only you do.
Tender with touches of passion and love.
Lisa