Roof on the Raintop

The rain came
and brought
with it
dreams

I searched for her
with Owl's
borrowed eyes
and silent flight

I rode on
Buzzard's wing;
drifting with currents,
looking for corpses

I talked with
the Ancients
and drank deep
of their wisdom

I walked
with Bear
and hunted
with Panther

I finally found her
back where I began
as sometimes it happens
in dreams

Now I am watching
the sound of the roof
fall on the raintops
free of all regret
 

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I finally found her
back where I began
as sometimes it happens
in dreams


3:28 has been my culprit lately...every morning for over a week...@7:15 when the wake up call comes ..I feel like I have been traveling for centuries,but am always back where I began.I am loving your work above. It feels nature when I read it. My tongue doesn't slip..mind turn inward. The above excerpt I have read twenty times ....fascinating!

[Corset]

I was just wondering not an hour ago when you were going to write / post something again :) I stopped being surprised by those manifestations, I love the animal guide feel of this, the native howl and hunt, how it harmonizes with the
earth song in you. excellent read.

[.]

~ what a stunning piece of writing, monsieur m. ... it's phenomenally liberating to read... you've definitely transcended regrets... and, i'm definitely inspired by this post and you...