The last pool
Caress of silence,
floating somewhere
turning time to driftwood
as clouds of raven and bear
soar through sulphurous air
Spirits borne of ancient earth
issue from cloven stone,
in power of mineral touch
healing to skin and bone.
I'll take to the last pool, floating in hot sulphur spring. From deep beneath the Continental Divide healing hands extend to cradle me in the bosom of the earth.
And I'll dream on passing clouds and fir trees bathing in the wind.
floating somewhere
turning time to driftwood
as clouds of raven and bear
soar through sulphurous air
Spirits borne of ancient earth
issue from cloven stone,
in power of mineral touch
healing to skin and bone.
I'll take to the last pool, floating in hot sulphur spring. From deep beneath the Continental Divide healing hands extend to cradle me in the bosom of the earth.
And I'll dream on passing clouds and fir trees bathing in the wind.