He sits in walls held by memories
Surrounded by the trees that talk of yesterday
He holds her blue heart gently in his hand.
Tales filled with pride and the native man
He understands and speaks silence
As it is his way.
She swings below the summer moon
Black and white world
Broken by the cardinal totem
That flits in her path
Bring color to her days,
As she holds his black stone close to her soul.
He holds his sacred ceremony
Returning to the past to find
All he left behind
His feathered guides bringing him safely
She gathers the feathers in wooden drawers
Speaking to the stars of loss and love
And spinning round she wishes for more.
Two worlds spinning
Alike yet so far away
To tomorrow when paths shall meet
Collision of the universe
That keeps moving around
To bring forth all that needs to be.
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