Knelt on a mesa, the warrior cries… A spirit shaped cloud rises toward… Hailing ancestors that trailed in… summoning tradition as his shadow… Two Eagles fall in a spiral of de…

When two souls are one, They are joined by a ring. There hearts beat together and sho… When two souls are one, its nature… When two souls are one, the tears…

Out of pain a darkness fell. Along the wood, flows red stain. On a secret not to dwell. Into a life that will remain. Given to save the multitude.

Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear. Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the ...

OUT TO THE SIDE OF OUR LITTLE HOME, ONE SINGLE BUSH DOES GRO… AND ONCE A YEAR TO OUR… ONE SOLITARY ROSE WILL…

Clenched Upon the flat a warrior stood, The earth moved under him. Knowing that the sound he heard, Might never come Again.

Snow capped reaching out Rocks tower in all angles Valleys far below. Searching for renewed valor commanding all a calm peace.

He watched them rise as time passe… To see that life had echoed again So reminiscently. A time foretold…

Life is a wonderful thing, But sometimes deals a blow. Some will glide with little effort… And some will actually know. I say to you from here on out,

A tangled soul inside have I That emanates thru time. The broken heart that started whol… In pieces now to find. Strife in life thus trace of glee…

A handy cap I have. A temp that stays even so or short lived made me sad. A mystery it seemed to me, how this nature works. Age has brought a wiser mind to face is less the hurt. It h...

Listen to a distant cry, across the plains unknown. A silhouette against the moon, casting shadows too and fro. A warning of the coming night, the hunt that will ensue. The sacrifice of...

How can I feel alone, When so many are around. How can I feel lost, When sporadically I am found. How can I feel broken,

Aunt Annie May would always say Children go out to play One by one the deed was done As they were on their way. Aunt Annie May watched them play

Feeling of great respect. I travel life’s highway, and still I wonder yet. Is my strength enough to let my soul shine thru or does it come to me from deeds that I do. Does the love I h...