I can feel her spirits flow over me
Haunting, Chanting, Beckoning,
somewhere from the past
spirits whispering in the dark.
Whispering of ancestors long ago.
Dance in the mighty circle,
there is power in the song.
Listen to my words
and let peace enter your heart.
Winds blow softly on my soul
walking the paths of memories
where my brown hair used to shine,
lays a braid of tangles and gray.
I now hear mysitcal illusions,
rattling drums traveling in time.
