Shamans And Dreamers Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Rise to the occasion, feathers and drums
Let the colors of the rainbow shine
These myths have faces, let them dance

Music is a shaman
Ghosts play in the sacred fire
Ancient voices come out of their graves

Vast rivers of life flow in quiet soul
Visions shelter interior hallways
Dreamers induce the mystic pathway

Cool summer breeze deep with ancestry
Eyes of night bright with oracles
The old clock chimes

Moonlight glow on the lake
Wolfs howl in the distant forest
Tears bring memories by a camp fire

Sailors on royal ships, marooned
Watery graves of sunken antiquity
Spirits in the world of shadow

We are the living past, tell their stories
We are the scribes of true history
Stars play like ancient divine thespians

Shamans and dreamers feel chills tonight