To The Sons of Mckay

I" have walked here a fore...thence I sensed your presence before I saw you...

 

You've painted my heart,
so I think of you often
with dark bold linings to
etch the mountain terrains

I come with every rising
illusions in the sky, as I
whisper you wings with
wisps from a silvery moon

Quietude is my stance, I
remake you, a heiroglyph
image in thin wisps rising
as the smokes of my fire

I walk quiet in my skin as
I tap on my singing drum,
I wish you tender hearted
trails to lead to the moon

That the suns of the earth
rise vividly in you, and the
mystical qualms trek magic
with the yens of your moon,

that the sage of dreams
may come to you undeniable,
and silvery are the magical
spheres that wander your blue hills

© Rena Scribe 2009

Author's Note

just remembering a good friend from the hills of Utah

Reviews

[Kelley]

Your words in this one go deep.
thanks for sharing.
Kelley