Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Holding On

Some pass thru your life like a leaf falling from a tree
Others stick to you like glue and are always there lurking
Am I the only one confused about relationship meaning
I hide in the back room behind the curtain uncertain of
Everything how I should be what I need to communicate
If I even need an audience to begin with if so why is that

My book of life is full each page a story of that day told
When I met you and fell in love now to look back scoff
For what did i know about love when I was only waiting
Waiting for my life to begin it took forty years of waiting
Mostly in the rain at the bus stop alone in damp shoes
Dreaming of songs that the Beatles wrote in my soul

I dreamed of riding horse back across the open Prairies
Me and Tonto looking for Kimosabi and Silver his horse
Dream neath a full moon and sleep with howling wolves
Instead the horse was a rebel rambler and I hide from
the elements of rain  and snow there was no romance
It was only in my head my silly romantic head waiting

Waiting for Godo  for waiting for the rainbow to dance
My dreams did come  true and i found all the elements
Only I had to wait a long time till I was well over forty
I rode my horse from Yellowknife to South Dakota
My legs have never been the same since bowed now

I love that Prairie sky where sun and moon  greet me
Where thunder beings collide with lightening man
I love that Prairie sky where time stands still forever
I am a breath in the wind and all my loved ones are
Above me shining down at night my ancestors dance

The land holds me like an old lover caresses me gentle
I remember who I am and why I returned to this earth
For the beauty of day and night for the song of birds
For the moon dance of forever I am a piece of dust
I belong here amongst rocks and stones and rivers

I am a stream of consciousness flowing with yours
Into you into a memory of when we were complete
When we understood the meaning of togetherness
When there was no time no beginning or end for us
We were the dust of heaven we were the dew drops







kimosabe