Mountian Secrets!
Sweet mountians of my childhood home,where once the Anasazi roamed,lying there in peaceful sleep,what precious secrets do you keep?
Trails and caves,the maidens tears,things here hidden many years,black and white was their theme,with lightning strikes as their dreams.
Turquois littered across the ground,still their footprints can be found,the wind still carries prayers whispered from their hearts,still the Kivas are around.
Mountian streams still carry silver they used to make their jewelry with,gifts given to Great Mystery,asking that their way be lit with brightness.
Can you hear their music still,carried on the mountian air through the pines that are still there,canyons,valleys,cottonwoods,deer and puma stalk the woods,bear still wades in the streams.
What could have caused these People to leave a home like this,just dissapear and never miss a place so filled with peace?
Were they sent to teach,then called away,leaving behind their mysteries,secrets hidden, so well kept only hint in what is left?
Could their lives be a message to you and me,they misused the gifts they were so freely given,wasting,or being greedy,allowing evil to enter?
Still the secrets that they hold sends shivers,excitement for the child who searches,here there are sacred places,set aside by those who left them.
How my heart lifts to feel them,ancient ones still singing,within the caves their music lingers,reaching to me across the ages.