Saguro National Park, Arizona

SO IT SHALL BE

There are places in the Mesas... vast
Places of quiet and serenity... ethereal beauty

Where the raging Red River gouges... time
Gouges the hard rock as though it has taken... but a moment in time

Footsteps faintly beckon to follow... leading
Follow the ancient trail to Grey misty shades... of green and red

Brief glimpse of those who have gone before... the Old Ones
Mountain Spirits on dark jungle trails... beckon to follow

Beckon to me with arms outstretched
showing the way to my home... of tomorrow

So it has been written and so it shall be
So it has been said and so shall it be... Forever

Places in the dark, steamy fetid Jungle... sounds
Dega of long ago walk in quiet solitude... side by side

Silent shadows make no sound... felt not seen
No leaf is disturbed, trail is unknown... for now

Wraiths appear in grey morning... mist
Ancient trails leading to places unknown... in my mind

Words of Antiquity, of before time... listen
Spoken to those whose heart is... torn

Words spoken of warriors long past... battles won and lost
The soft touch of those gentle soft hands... healing hands

Soft fragrance of cactus and jungle flowers... beautiful
Rustle of feet over sand and grass... felt not heard

Memories of times and souls gone... remain in my mind
Words spoken eons ago, words spoken in truth... and trust

This has been said and this is written... so shall it be
From now until... forever

Words given to me... in Love
So shall it be... forever