Horses running past the fence,
to the green grass beyond.
The wild calling.
The breeze that touches, both cold and strong,
The mountains beyond.
Dig down into the earth
Where the past is strong,
Where history belongs.
The arrow doesn’t know,
When the bow string is drawn.
Making a home,
In the wild dawn.
The steady breath as the beast roams,
Run free into the wild wind
The swaying of the fields has a rhythm,
Flow through the field,
The pounding of the drum.
The avalanche of air crashes from the peak,
Cresting from the dreams we seek
Go. flow. the whispers are told.
The rugged trails of the wounded soul.
Go, flow, the whispers are sold.
Go, flow the futures untold.
Go, flow, the countryside of Gold.
The field of your wild dreams,
Brittle from the history.
The tempest consumes the Prairie,
The river blue and green,
The muted colors of the earth.
Dead dry leaves, give birth to the seeds beneath.
The suns shadows darken the valley of the peaks.
Another day ends,
where I cried myself to sleep.
Vibrant rays consumed by my eyes,
The fading light colors the sky.
Go, flow, the whispers are told,
The rugged trails of the wounded soul.
Go, flow, the whispers are sold.
Go, flow the futures untold.
Go, flow, the countryside of Gold.
The running herd tires, the breath is all gone.
Dusk to Dawn.
The wild wind never sleeps,
My memories never at peace.
The spirits of those before us,
The relics we keep.
In the clay of days gone by,
The broken arrows lie.
Go, flow, the whispers are told,
The rugged trails of the wounded soul.
Go, flow, the wild wind blows,
Rushes past,
past the history of old.
Run Free of the shadow,
Run free of all that you know.