Spirit Walkers
The spirit walkers
walked the desert
rising from the sand
The spirit riders
ride their ponies
broken in the Indian way
whispering
These desert souls
blown in by sand
across the horizon
into a barren land
There lies the broken line
which contains time
The spirit hunters
These hunters of time
These wandering nomads
whispering to the land
The wild ones walk
the forests, mountains
and rushing streams
These searchers for freedom
hunt the buffalo
grazing high grasses
The ponies in meadows
wild in their oasis
free in their element
The spirit walkers
arise from the sand
The stars, the moon
enlighten their minds
to see the broken lines
©Dale CJ Clark
Ethereal, esoteric, haunting... And completely captivating as is all your work.
~ Mari
Bonnie
Reindeer
This is gorgeously penned spirituality. Stunningly imaged, I felt this in my soul--thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Briliant my friend!!
Love Tinka