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 another life, to ensure the packs anew.
(2004)
He watched them rise as time passe… To see that life had echoed again So reminiscently. A time foretold…
Snow capped reaching out Rocks tower in all angles Valleys far below. Searching for renewed valor commanding all a calm peace.
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,
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.
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…
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...
Achromic I often wonder how it would be, To live a life in grey. A sky of drab, a ground of pale as… Everyone would look onto a world o…
Past the great Buffalo and across the field of dear. For all these words will lead you someday. Faulter not from the path I lead, for what I teach you in life you will need. Now hunt t...
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…
Listening to the world unfold, Not to understand at all. A certain talent that’s foretold, A life that’s yet to call. Tiny features that start to form,
Still I look up to see the leafless branches. Unlike me steady and true, it moves wild and free. Cold sets in and I worry some for its health. I stay the same as the sprouts first appe...
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 ...
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
Life’s a dream of endless thought, that wonders thru my soul. It guides me to that inner place, and shows me where to go. Life’s a dream of gentle ways, that surf upon my mind. It makes...
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,