Living our Lives
It is a knowledge
We live for
It is a learned
thing
At the feet of our elders
It is the knowing in
Brown
eyes
Of lifes lived before
And the weight, our
Souls
groan with.
It is a pressing
On the spirit
Of time running
out
Of whirlwind acts
Of
fear that rides
The spine.
It is a searching
That goes
on forever
It is a need that
Speaks on the wind
It is a
want in the heart
It is a light in the eyes
It is a shining so bright
A
joy to know
It is living our lifes.
Julie