Hear now the howling of wind
Shadows of the past
Reaching again to be heard
Reindeer And Spirit Walker
I reach to you from the pages of time.
I am Spirit Walker. Pictured here, as the
Chief's daughter, saw me last in her presence.
We were called together by the winds of our
ancestors, Reindeer and I. Even as children
there was never any doubt that the Great Spirit
had destined that we walk our pathways as one.
Since the birth of Running Bear, our bodies have not met,
to reach the stars of our destiny. The Elders have forbidden
our speaking or touching, until the ceremonial circle has fulfilled
our custom, and the Great Spirit has blessed our unity.
The mere sight of Reindeer caused my body to tremble,
and my heart to race with desire, as I came upon her standing
alone at the water's edge. Her essence reflecting an image
of pure light, upon the face of the crystal pond.
She was so close and it had been so long!
No one was near us . . . No one would see!
I could almost smell the freshness of her hair,
and feel her flesh next to mine.
My heart pounded with such speed, it felt as if it would explode.
There was no turning back. My passion overpowering, the
commandments of our Elders. Her closest close, could
not be close enough.
I tied my horse and turned to walk the hillside.
Seeing Lone Wolf approaching her, in running strides,
stopped me from moving forward.
From behind the Pines, I watched their greeting,
as he cradled her face in the palms of his hands,
and traced her features with his tongue,
seeking the fullness of her lips.
How could she betray me in this way!
How could she do this to us!
I couldn't watch!
I WOULDN'T watch this!
Somehow I have been caught in the net of the dreamcatcher.
The dreamweaver playing some kind of absurd joke!
The ceremonial spear I had been crafting for months,
held by my side, as Reindeer approached the open campsite. It
was to have been presented to her, as the last remaining prophecy,
to be completed, before our unity.
Its shaft hollowed and filled with the native sand of our desert.
Perfectly balanced to be hurled into the heavens, by my hand,
on the day our unification.
Signifying our spirits would live as one, for all eternity.
In front of all that were watching, I stood before her,
as I broke it in two, and crushed it beneath my feet.
BROKEN! all broken.
I pushed her aside, mounted Apache,
and rode faster than the wayward winds
that called my name.
Finding myself this night with only the company of the wild
and the confusion of my heart and mind.
Hearing upon the wind the voice that
pursued me in my flight from the village.
''Wait, Spirit Walker,
I can explain . . . . ''
Somewhere within the nights of many moons,
wherein the wolves howl and a baby cries,
Reindeer has found her way to a remote Indian village,
praying to the Great Spirit that its Elders will welcome
three very weary travelers.
Spirit Walker's heart is now beginning to no longer wear
the war paint of wounded pride and pictured betrayal.
Two souls wait alone for their destinies to be fulfilled.