Dream Walker Lost
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 05-01-2007
Age Rating: 16 to 127
Notes: From the lore of life comes the dream walker part Indian, part spirit, part ghost of time itself, the thin wall of dimension. Some claim drug induced those privileged enough to be there know different. Take a trip in faith and mind a compromise unknown.
Shaman sitting in a tent
with spirits looking to roam
Some good just far from home
Earth escapes the leading lost
in faith
walk time
each a step in another's mind
we a common bond
hold separated
but one in the sun
linger to be a part
of the world some can not see
Man is the vestige point
of life
those he will anoint
smoke escapes
to the universe
Man and earth
requires new birth
In stride
he takes all of the will
the last mistakes to life cast
about nothing
here
No fear or doubt
View is the dream
time is part
of the universal theme
Spirit and man slim bond
both understand
one of each
they coincide truth and pride
Will and want
voice and count
a mystic thrill
verge of life
common will
Walking water
in spirit reaching
Past to page
We skip
One Dimension
To another in voice
Clear with faith
Love we share
That we are
Ever will be
A trip from
past to present
Souls mingle in flight
Sacred in view and sound
Good mother guides
Protects image time
Marks the path
Soul lights the road
Hear the eagle scream
The wolf howl
Water flows pure
Cool each a place
Each a time
Like the passion escapes
To be born again
Self is free
Still the ghost lives
Carries forth
Before to come
Spirits holding court
Love faith and hope
Man bends into
Point of view
Joint passion
Walks from past
To present
To new
Powerful medicine
Grows in minds
In times
In truth
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