THE LEGENDS...
for Rebecca SaraAnne GreyEagle
No one knows when the legends began, and no one knows why. I can only speak of them in my own way... an old way.
The legends are the truth of the Great Circle of Time... of birth, and life, and death. Within that circle, the cry of a newborn baby is heard, far, far away within the death of a Star... somewhere, so far away in time, that we cannot even comprehend it. Within all the suffering and heartache of our lives, that distant child cries out for beauty, friendship, and love.
As the great Chief Seattle said, so long ago
"Death? There is no death. There is only a change of Worlds."
©Copyright August 18, 2003 by Caliber
THE FREEDOM WIND
Who follows us home?
... (silence}
It is quiet.
The Sun falls toward the West.
Heat,
and anger, and all of
rage, is following our days
as we turn,
and toss,
sweating in the hard night
...... that
we cannot escape.
The night of ourselves,
alone,
somewhere between today
and memory.
...the cruel truth of our enemy
coiled,
... striking like a Viper
in the darkness...and
the hatred
of a restless night.
We awake,
... eyes wide and
screaming!
All is suddenly,
so silent.
The Moon passes above,...
cool and grey,
... riding upon dark blue.
A cold breeze is falling.
Dawn rises like a voice
from home...softly,
sharing the moment,
as a breeze of freedom,
whispering,
... and touching
my face.
Freedoms wind!
Who follows us home?
... (silence)