Once there was a man, who wandered though the forest deep and over the extensive wilderness in one blistery brightened day.
He found at a small creek draining from the North onto the warmed Southern gentleness of stillness, then through him as the ripple of the creek sang a slow melody to him.
A VISION appeared from the stillness of the water side.
All senses glimpsed within a spirit's eyes and he could see a shadow that no other could see.......A young vibrant girl, morning delight, full of ambition, trapped in a vision of the past and creeping slowly into the future , of the wandering eyes.
Nothing more than a flash rushed through his self conscious mind, of her gently holding a baby in the bosom of the shadow and holding a medicine bag, touching mother ever so gently.
Tears of delight, wet as the creek, rippled down his cheeks and vanished back to mother.
A rush of air from the East, a breath took its toll.
No one could understand, nor the bond that bonded with the rolling hills....... Until nightfall, when his energy started to emerge from sickness and slowly faded away.
VJM
This was composed Feb.2004
Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Miu's / Victor James Muise
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