Windwalker
I rise to meet the full-moon skies
weightless and formless I slide
like shadows over dark water
into the silkiness of the night
Into the twilit heavens as I rise
I know I could not do this if I tried
that for all my faith I would falter
for I do not fly of my own right...
It is the gift of the ancient ones
that lifts me high o'er fields and peak
soaring ever higher into the black
towards the dark woolen of the clouds
the scudding forms of dark's young sons
playing about at hide and seek
I feel the night wind cool on my back
as I feel hands lifting me as I call aloud
I can feel your breath upon my face
I hear your aged voices in my ear
I have no need to question who or why
This is a gift-moment, rising aloft this way
most times when we meet across a space
the smoke of the fire, yet I never feel fear
I know you one and all, who lift me high
now walking with me together in the night sky
I feel the cold air of the highest place
and your care surround me as I'm chilled
warming and protecting me as we rise
into the night, beyond cloud and into light
I stand with the ancient ones face to face
and know I am only here because 'tis your will
that I should walk upon the skies
and know this path for me is forever right
As mornings' first pale colours start to rise
we sail away beneath the cloud to darrker skies
toward the uprushing earth we soar like owls
And I light down and wolfen, I must howl
for I know what path you mean for me to go
lonely, dangerous, thankless and oft-times slow
I will climb up once more to that lofty height
and fly forever with you as I did this night...
PJS/ 8/30/04



