with silver moonlight for a lamp
and mossy rock for perch,
i cast my gaze both far and wide
intent upon my search.
i hear the shamans of the past
play magic flutes and drums,
revealing mysteries at last
of things that are to come.
their song of life is filling me
with hope and love and light,
their living words inspire my soul
like torches in the night.
i pluck a feather from my wing
and stardust ink from purse,
i scribe upon a golden leaf
their sacred song in verse.
so let us gather round about
the council of the wise,
and listen to their tales of
mother earth and father sky.
