Secretly turning summer into fall
slowly creeping  upon us all
a slight chill a little dark
autumn begins to leave it's mark.

Winds blow  leaves rustle
people all start to hustle
quickly now as the leaves start to mellow
red, green, brown, and yellow..

wild life know it's time to sleep
burying themselves in the earth deep
the crisp biting air as you breath in the night
will one day turn to snow and make everywhere white.

I wake up in the mornings light
And your face is in my mind
You are the spark within my life
  The one I dream of all the time.

My world is based around you
I light up when you are there
You are the smile upon my lips
The wind in my hair.

With every single breath i take
My self control wanes
We are just a pair of snowflakes
On a heated window pain.

You are the candle, that lights the dark
The water flowing in the stream
Your every flower blooming in the park
And every whisper in my dreams.

I know this is not forever
And all the good days must end
But i close my eyes and think of you
And let my heart pretend.

I see you there amongst the embers
Just the flicker that's in the flame
Yet you're just someone who passes me
That catches the morning train

Evening! and the song of the birds dies away,
and the first light of the moon shines through the clouds
the night brings solace, a sense of cold to my bones
I sit here on my porch, waiting for the night air to strike
and once again he hasn't come my lover of the night,

A scream in the dark makes my heart skip a beat
he is here! I can feel him, so close like a flash of light
he is beside me his hot breath on the nape my neck
at last he has come to take me to the place of the undead
And he and I will live forever in the dark

I could hear my farther chanting,
As dusk starts to fall.
His haunting mellow prayer,
Asking the spirits, to forgive us all.

The light eyes with their thunder sticks,
The braves that killed their foe.
The land permanently scared;
Now many moons ago.

The rain starts to fall now,
As fathers chanting starts to fade.
The rain quenches the camp fire,
Wets the teepee's we have made.

Lying huddled in my bearskin,
Warm against the cold.
I look across at my mother,
Her beautiful face looking old.

Father gathers the rabbits,
Where once the buffalo roamed.
No one ever went hungry,
We all had homes of our own.

Spirit called back my sister,
Within her second year.
She had the breathing sickness,
We named her, "Sleeping Deer."

As the wind blows across the planes;
Chilling us to the bone.
We continue to Rome around the land,
No permanent place to call home.

With his head held high, and his torso bare,
A single feather in his long black hair.
The Indian Brave sits astride his horse,
A mighty power, a gentle force.

He rides his horse at amazing speed,
The stallion of the herd, the fasted steed.
He rides him ******* across the plains,
Ignoring the sting of the driving rain.

He stops to drink to quench his thirst,
But allows his mount, to drink some first.
With hair and main flowing in the breeze,
He gallops, full stretch, with simple ease.

The mountain lion is his guide,
And tells him when to run and hide.
He sees all nature as a whole,
For mother earth is in his soul.

And with his women, there is a bond,
That is as tender, as is strong.
His head, held high, for all to see,
He is proud to be - just wild and free...

How long must she wait?
When will her desires be met?
When will it all be over?
The bitter sting of regret.

All she wanted; was love,
Someone to hold her for life.
The soul-mate that she longed for,
The one to make her his wife.

And as she sits and waits;
For the love she so desires.
Her head rest in slumber,
Her eyes grow heavy and tired.

Tomorrow is a brand new dawning,
Where she will wait another day.
One day her soul-mate will find her,
And take her far away.

She sits and waits for her love,
The one she most desires.
And soon he will be with her,
Before her eyes grow tired.

Her body heaves a sigh now,
And her breathing is shallow and slow.
"Her love" is right beside her,
Saying "come we have to go"

And as he takes her hand in his,
She feels lighter than air.
She hasn't even noticed,
She has left her body there.

Put the photo away now mum,
You know he is not coming back.
His life is gone away from us,
It's to us, your love we lack.

It hurts me to see mum so sad,
She sits for hours in his space.
She doesn't really understand,
Why she can no longer see his face.

My mum is a survivor,
I can see it in her face.
But she can not quite understand,
Why her husband, is no longer
In her space.

*Sheila.