There is a feeling I am unable to name
that comes from a place where only raw emotions exist
and words can do no justice.
It is there, where the song of my life will be written;
and in the eyes of my children
I see the birth of all things good
showing me the cycle that surrounds our lives
by finding meaning in all they do;
and in the ground below,
within the body of our mother,
I see the line of my people
extending back through the ages;
and their lives live on in a melody
that quenches a thirst for excitement,
that takes flight in every spark of imagination,
that nourishes me with each breathtaking sight I see;
and I hear their song echoing in the sounds of the forest,
and I see their essence in the windswept fields,
and I feel the touch of their embrace
in the rain that cleanses my skin;
and It is for them, for her,
that we join together in celebration,
we dance to their song,
we give thanks to her;
and the cycle will continue-
one day I will become a part of her,
and my children will dance
to the song of my life.
-Artie DaMann©2012-
