Path To Their Spirit Land

Path To Their Spirit Land
© Surazeus
2018 04 03

Can we see their faces through swirling mist,
people who once lived in this nameless land
before we came across the roaring sea
and transformed them into mute totem poles?

Can we hear their wordless voices in wind
telling us the stories of their lost lives
when they walked across grim mountains of snow
and sang among the trees in swirling mist?

Can we see their shadows on asphalt roads
when we drive through the crowded city maze
to work building our global money empire
that sells their faces on products in stores?

Can we read their names written on the stones
that lie by the rivers where they once walked
that mark the path through the veil of illusion
to sacred vale where they sang under stars?

I see them all now in the swirling mist
dancing around the story fire in moonlight
to show children how they came from the sky
on their quest to find the land of liberty.

I hear them all now in the singing wind
explaining how they survived our invasion
to drink the rain and eat the broken rocks
where memories of paradise are stored.

I see them in the shadows between people
flowing beside us in daily routines
to emerge with faces of flesh and blood,
still alive here in the land of their dreams.

I read their names written on river stones
that show me the path to their spirit land
where people of all nations dance together,
singing universal song of liberty.