This was written recently, was inspired by a native american Funeral rituals
that i witnessed an took part in
Scarred several remnants of my soul
and inspired this work.

When the wind changes
For the flight of a thousand souls
the hills and the sea
flow so nostalgically
and the sun rises for all those
Who’ve been swallowed whole

When the moon arranges
A ceremony to mary the sky
every colour of melancholy
take part in the wistful folly
of a phoenix and her silent cries
dying admits stars of aurora july

When a streamlet graces
The twilight of this amber night
The shaman dips his fragile mirror
emerges with a light, so dulcet and bitter
As Elysian fields trigger this afterlife
My soul ablaze in the fire of the night

Tears trek to the mountain
Where the light touches the sky
the rain gazer beats his drum
invoking a rhythm so numb
It lulls the shaman, Lulls the skies
i know this burning will never die

I know this fire will never die
Where the mountains touch the sky
[Edited 3/26/05 23:12pm]