Winter comes and life is full and fat

with excess of youth.

The man now leaves the boy,

to dwell alone in quiet places.

 

He can talk with his soul and heart

of things recently new

deep in his psyche long hidden

from children, flowers and bugs.

Now is his time for ideas

of wild things and drums,

of dancing with eagles,

bears and elves.

 

We dance in tall prairie grasses

to ancient drums and flutes.

We sit by a small campfire

under a bright starry no moon sky.

 

We tell the tales of our lives

both present and past.

We talk of who we are,

why we have come . . .

to explore a universe together.