Dancing on Thunder

Dancing on thunder, that was his name, known of all, revered of same
He mounted sunsets, rides dawn breaking as well
Some called him warrior, others called him rain
Yet all knew of his thunder, lightning in white wind
They called him Dancing on Thunder, all men knew him when

He rode on a black pony, glistening in the sun
His frame casting shadow two mile all around
Some called him freedom, most just bowed
His name means mighty, standing rare among men
Most thought him wind-dust cast in the night

He rode upon lightning danced upon thunder he did
Whilst he searched for his lady, Princess of wind
All knew him as mighty, yet none knew his might
He stands as a legend among his people called, standing tall
For they have seen him grab stars, and toss them playfully about large and small

He searches at sunset, riding sea cliffs a high
Atop a great ocean, set in might high, he streaks in the shadows
Moves twirling inside lite, he moves faster than wind-dust yet
Her he found not, how can such power draw her not I say
All knew his name, his sad torment as well

Whenever wind whistles, it is her calling him
He streaks twinkling through the nitebreath in search of her then
She calls and she whistles, he runs in nite flight
To embrace the Princess of wind white and night lite
Some call her Indian Princess Standing in Tears.

Whenever wind whistles, it is her softly calling him....in tears

Rodney Evan Bohen