When my time has come that I must go,

remember it is to a dwelling which you know.

For I have returned home from whence I came,

among his regiments my place I now reclaim.

Rivers stop their travel on journeys that wander,

lending moments as one's soul reflections ponder.

Days spent, sacred things which seem long pass,

carved in stoned memories, rose painted glass.

The red-road an ever winding and difficult path,

where Warriors spilled blood in battles of wrath.

Comes now the peace of ancestors, tired old ones,

laid down their weaponry beside stilled guns.

Gentle as flowers that spring from Mother Earth,

this is the passageway of all things from birth.

It was not meant we remain everlasting, eternal,

our life here is only a small portions kept journal.

Love gathered through winds that blow soft rain,

carrying us back till we merge forth and join again.

At the grand entrance of heaven's forbearing gate,

my host spirit transformed and for you I shall wait.

Through tears, heartaches woven we are never apart,

until then, I can feel the very beat of your heart.

copyright

HairDark

Katherine Raborn

11/29/2001

"Swan Moon"