Road Home

Our are all empty
The sky cries for more
We go to the river
She cannot be denied
No longer on the run
Just on the road
All I know is
I must let go
Eyes full of Egypt
Souls full of gold
We take what we cannot hold
Fly through the shadows
Where we learn to kill
We empty that cup
In order to fill
We all find our way
Wolf in the tree line
Watch through the night
I am in the valley
Praying for the light
Grandmother
At the tipi door
With wounded eyes
Grandfather
In the canyon scars
In the skies
Mary in the garden
Breathing her flood
Spirit wings springing
From our ancestors blood
Up the mountain I go
To call the children home
We all find our way
I see a lonely man
On the side of the road
A young woman
In a warriors robe
Lover with fire in her eyes
Gentles in angry disguises
Hungry child reach for the sun
Coyote you do not
Have anywhere to run
Goddess walk free in the night
For the poet found something to write
We all find our way
Invisible faith bridging rifts
Believers step over the cliffs
Grandmother’s feet in the dust
In the spirit we trust
As our empty cups
Keep catching the rain
I guess a free souls bound
To wear the gypsy’s pain
Isis cry the river Nile
And we become one
For a while
Things come round golden
Can we understand
Lines in our hands
The rocks into sands
We have been here before
Be here again
The Mother of all tears
Is flowing within
Within
We all find our way
In winter I go under
To find my lost lover
In raven feathered crown
The black bear lies down
Owl flies over the cave
With golden thread
We wrap our dead
The noonday sun
Crowning our heads
We all find our way
No longer on the run
Just on the road
Eyes full of Egypt
Souls full of gold
Our hands we made empty
The sky cries for more
We return to the river