With the fall of night, stars shine bright in the heavens.
Cool winds softly touch my skin.
Mother Nature calls clearly, we have but to listen.
The Great Spirits fill the air about us
As the Spirits of the wind, softly glide across
I long to learn their wisdom, to hear their stories.
For in those teachings comes peace, and renewal,
Knowledge and understanding.
I am not a creature of darkness,
although my heart and mind are more clear in the depths of the night.
As many before me and many to follow,
we are Spirits of Light, we journey down the white path.
Many have been down this path and there are many more to join our journey.
As those who came before us,
we must hold out our hand to those at the beginning of their journey.
For this is a journey of faith and love, filled with dark ones.
They will try to fill our minds and capture our hearts.
Only our strength and wisdom can guide those to follow.
Teach the stories of the old ones and always remember....
Never forget where are Spirit comes from
and those that came before us.