08-26-2003, 12:00 AM
i'm lucky to be here, to hear words of beauty, to know others in the world share in this knowledge, in the unblinking eyes of the eagle, and the slow smile of the wolf, and the coyote who waits, with only a sly smile in his mind, and the great heart of the horse, whose steady, warm hearted run will take you into battle you may not survive.
one day we will raise up the lance again,
but for now it rest on the shoulders of the night,
and only the black obsidian blade reflects the amber eyes of the Wild Ones, who have learned to wait.
And they wait only for the night.....
for his great black mane to shake free
and for his black eyes to ignite.
and for the warrior and the warrior's horse to become one...
one day we will raise up the lance again,
but for now it rest on the shoulders of the night,
and only the black obsidian blade reflects the amber eyes of the Wild Ones, who have learned to wait.
And they wait only for the night.....
for his great black mane to shake free
and for his black eyes to ignite.
and for the warrior and the warrior's horse to become one...