Mac
01-04-2004, 03:26 PM
He spoken in his native Indian tongue
but she was kind and translated
that I might come to understand.
His words rocked the soul
dancing in a distant firelight.
The shadows reach even the moon
nothing is left untouched
not even the essence
of undead souls.
And for a moment I could see
a white translucent buffalo,
grazing content in the middle
of a grassy knoll.
But that was long ago,
before the laying of concrete
and our eyes filled with tears.
but she was kind and translated
that I might come to understand.
His words rocked the soul
dancing in a distant firelight.
The shadows reach even the moon
nothing is left untouched
not even the essence
of undead souls.
And for a moment I could see
a white translucent buffalo,
grazing content in the middle
of a grassy knoll.
But that was long ago,
before the laying of concrete
and our eyes filled with tears.