Cold stars upon black velvet skyee
Wind song across the silence
� Upon the hill his silvered shadow calling
� Cry silently upon the moon lost in wilderness times before

� Proud in honour graceful in the seeking
Cries bound in eternal song
Down upon the silent glen all do seek to find
That which he sings of nightly upon the lonely top

� I weep to hear his mysted song to know his pain runs deep
The last of his noble kind a treasure man must keep
Emerald are the eyes of night ivory is the smile
Wolf song drifts upon the plain mournful mile on mile

� Wind Dancer




� And in the times of dragon song the warrior moves aside
The change the form the twisting mysts but a dream
Would a smile touch the heart of love
� Or should a dance say the all

� Once in the first and twice in the last the warrior travels on
To chase the wind to seek the song to dance in daemon time
Would or could the trailing cloud oe'r take the stars
Or should a dragon cry sooth the heart of fear

� I stand upon the dark abyss to seek my turning time
Chaste and free of worldly fear to seek the heart devine
Oh sweet darkness cool emerald reign here this day to stay
The plain of war the plain of peace the plain of love today

� Daemons on the rising plain but a dream growing small
Take the walking turn to see the next again
But on the shores of times vast sea sand does shift to begin
A warrior astride a hell bound horse a dragon in the skyee
�Take a twisting look within and hear the virgins sigh

� Poem by
Wind Dancer




Honour the salve of lost thought
Duty the desire to do as one sees as honourable
Respect the feeling of accomplishment but if one sees not
In ones self then it would of course make it impossible
For others to see it for them
Lost time and shallow thoughts

Dreams shattered in the birthing
Would a child know the end when the beginning is but new
Can we chase a cloud across an azure skyee
Or stand rooted in the present for when the future is now now is the past.

Questions with no answer but far more the shame we all
Have answers with no question.
Grin thoughts of no consequence


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