The Elder Of The Tribe Poem by sean alexander

a ritual from the elder of the tribe
waiting for the rains to subside
so we can light the fire and dance once more
go into the deepest fathoms of our souls and explore
open the door
to a new reality
were heaven is a myth
and violence is only a dream
it may seem
that the howling of wolfes
would stop the silence
but you know
the chief elder
will speak
and we will forever be in complete sinc with this universe