I remember you
Parts of us
begin to surface
its a dream
an old memory
I do not sleep now
Drumming and chatter
Authentic beats hit the hollow drum
reverberating off me
An old woman sings loud
someone is drumming a menacing sound
(but) This place is holy
Beloved mother,
(the fear is gone)
The Orcas! we are them
carving our passages of song
we swim through sandstone with ease
I see my life
running through it in a blur
I am a boy on the beach
and a wise man in a trail
I am an Orca in the bay
and a Raven too
Sweet moments are held here
deep resonance with sound
the sound is waves
the lap over me and I surf
trusting in just the right moment
all so twisted in a magical song
Each beat brings me back to you
Flashes of life in a different hue.
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