Across the desert landscape she moved
With a stillness
Unheard
Gently whispers gather
From souls that came
Before us
Ancient ones welcomed her
Celestial Mercy, as she was known
Harvesting lost fields
Long forgotten sacred songs
Ancestor's familiar cries
Tender tears lost through time
Drifting sands, shifting winds
Create the mountains we must climb
Crossroads to our hearts we will find
Her call is new to us,
We cannot answer
She cannot guide
Across the desert landscape she moved
With a stillness
Unheard
Gently whispers gather
From souls that came
Before us
Sonrisa © September 9, 2000
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