Mountain Dreamer's Lament

Echoed in the forest breathing,
around me haunts of subtle song,
crying, rising, speaking, calling
tones meant for my loved ones, gone.
Gentle dance on rocky perch,
clouds stand still and listen close,
my heart and soul seeks from the earth,
to those alone. Great spirits rose
to carry forth my sad lamenting,
bathe my weakened spirit, thus
transcend my calling, praying, dancing
in smoke to heaven’s witness – trust.

South to youth and past I cry
of family love and caring spent,
where guidance, kindness, truth
in values forged the man I am, and rent
my sorrowed burden open,
basked in sun and memory kept,
my brothers, mother, father, gone now,
in stillness gentle tears be wept…

West to youth I cry, of lost meaning
what thought I real and right,
such distance I bestowed upon them,
my childhood dreams I used, to fight
what seemed encroached upon,
I dealt the blows with silent distance,
yet they stood fast in family love
and reached to me with strong insistence…

North I pray for words today,
when finally I understand the truth
of families’ love for one rebel son,
my aching, broken heart holds proof –
yet some too late, and others nearly lost
my chance to stand closer to,
yet songs and memories’ picture holds
the kindest moments I’ve spent – it’s true…

East to hopeful dreams I stretch
my voice to heights of timbre strong,
pray forgiveness bestows a blessing,
that for their values I’ll live so long
to share the kindest souls of these,
through what I write and speak, to please
and grow the souls of those I touch
to rise above such weakness, thus
draw a living torch…

There find the mark of what they’ve granted
to my living values given.
Thus leave behind love’s legacy strong,
above the pain of living – risen!

J. Blue