New Earth Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Ghost whispers in the canyon
Granite walls like times art
Voice of eternal angels
Winds, the metaphor of soul
Drink by the river of life

Music comes out of the solitude
Out of the places of spirit
Blood as mystical as time

Feel the ragged stones
Feel the dawn like birth
Circles of children’s angels
Turquoise like peyote of blue joy
Visions where jewels pray
Cactus and red sunsets
Rest in clay valleys of stars
Scorpions in ancient caves
Rattlesnakes in the Apache sun

Ghost towns
Old wagon wheels in dreams
Back into star fields
Back into freedom
The future like a dream catcher
Forward when the tribes meet
Dream and walk north
Eagles fly free
Hear the buffalo
Hear the song of the stars
Let your bones feel life
Rest in the new earth