APACHE STRONGHOLD... REMEMBERED
(for GreyEagle, Becca, and my Brother John McCloud)
The Sun turns orange
as red dreams
begin falling
away.
again
... and again, falling,
... and the Wind
rises
into the cool darkness
of the night.
It is always cold
in my heart
on nights
without the firelight
of Brothers gathered around
... the Pipe,
and the songs.
Laughter of children
then,
when times were good.
So long ago
it was known
that we belonged to everything
sacred
and Holy.
and... it was when we danced within our hearts
So long ago,...
... it seems.