Dancing For The Tribe...
My people.
Your people.
Our people.
Varied like daily sunsets.
Changing rules and lies and fears that fade like dust.
It blows down the hill at sunset just before the stars howl.
It was a child's eyes that always saw them moving,
Fleet across the skies like night birds aglow in Heaven,
Satellites are like dreams come true in a way.
If you vanish into the New Mexico desert,
You'll see more Heaven than a lonely campfire could possibly create.
It's in the dark of night that you see the most distant lights.
It has to be dark or you're blind.
Don't stare at the campfire - keep your night vision clear,
Until you're able to see ghosts and whisper to our ancestors.
Stand upon the high rock naked of all but cotton.
Feel what we've been missing, listen to the wind on the rocks -
Maybe you'll hear the treasure of raindrops melting against your skin.
It's the music of falling rain and desert wind,
The merger of camp fire and starlight,
The howl of lonely stars in the sky.
Maybe it's so dark even lies glow an evil red.
It's time to start dancing a prayer of hope and wisdom - maybe deliverance.
Start dancing for the tribe.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/03/2005
My people.
Your people.
Our people.
Varied like daily sunsets.
Changing rules and lies and fears that fade like dust.
It blows down the hill at sunset just before the stars howl.
It was a child's eyes that always saw them moving,
Fleet across the skies like night birds aglow in Heaven,
Satellites are like dreams come true in a way.
If you vanish into the New Mexico desert,
You'll see more Heaven than a lonely campfire could possibly create.
It's in the dark of night that you see the most distant lights.
It has to be dark or you're blind.
Don't stare at the campfire - keep your night vision clear,
Until you're able to see ghosts and whisper to our ancestors.
Stand upon the high rock naked of all but cotton.
Feel what we've been missing, listen to the wind on the rocks -
Maybe you'll hear the treasure of raindrops melting against your skin.
It's the music of falling rain and desert wind,
The merger of camp fire and starlight,
The howl of lonely stars in the sky.
Maybe it's so dark even lies glow an evil red.
It's time to start dancing a prayer of hope and wisdom - maybe deliverance.
Start dancing for the tribe.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/03/2005
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