Spirits Touch
By sidewinder
Spirits touch as our paths work in a feathered memory, a shaman speaks in all his wisdom over the campfire in the night as the stars shine with the moon touching forever in the ceremony where a dreamweaver catches a soul, Hear the drums that beat in rhythm, Dance forever in that completeness, Remember Mother Nature & Father Sky, They smile in your gladness, But show you that wisdom found in life, Honor bound in a kindness. Feb. 8, 2002 Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 07:45 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 12
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"Spirits touch..."