Native Flute

this came to my head.

You move my soul with your Native Flute

I close my eyes

and drift away

to a place far away

I listen...

I hear you..

I have become one with your song

My soul is at peace when I hear your Native Flute

I fly away like the soaring eagle... up

up high in the mountains

Being free,  not caring

And when your Native Flute stops

I come crashing down

Down to earth

Down to reality

with my two feet on earth.

I love your Native Flute.

Author's Note

This man's flute moves me and soothe's my soul.

Reviews

[soulsearching]

@Art...I would please please sent them. :)

[Art Sun]

nice thoughts within this poem...I bet you would like some of my Native American poems...

[Maggie]

I have a friend that was so magical with his native flute. He traveled with it and took it to so many wonderful places. I swear it absorbed the energy. I love this write, it's very good!!