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Powwow & Father

Powwow & Father

Iroquois Chanteuse sings a Celtic mood
For Powwow gatherers deep in the dusk
When shadows of the quiet quilt the evening
In the forever dream of a lost sun
Whose whereabouts are in the blackberry fields
On the horizon of silent tears
Of a Tibetan plateau where rhymes grow
Far from the piney halls of Valhalla
Where mystic embers go on a spark journey
To ascend the fires of Eden
 
But the keepers of the peace torch understand
And follow our trail
On roads etched in charcoal night
That veils the secrecy of a dawn forest
Until homecoming is no football game
When the knowledge of my Papa’s last breath
Echoes on the answering machine
Like a distant sea heard in a conch shell
Written by goldenmyst
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