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I've seen so many quiet mornings

when shores are washed clean

of the gulf's mysteries brought in

by rolling tides

driftwood resting on peaceful shores,

and seagulls soaring high, and free.

I've watched summers come and seasons go,

a million times, it seems.

But I've never seen a true indian summer.



I have philosophized and memorialized

life, death, even fantasy

I have walked in lands where I would pray

to never walk again,

mercifully led to a healing stream

where broken wings are mended.

Ignoring life's mocking chants,

I have chosen my own paths,

never letting go of my dreams.



I have confronted life's transitions

with energies I did not know I possessed.

Refusing to be imprisoned in a narrowness,

I am forever grateful for all I have learned,

and thankful

for a deliverance from the hells

where my choices could have taken me.

I have learned to awaken and not wonder why.



Listen to my song.

I have heard the echoes of the world.

I look forward now to the colors of my own

Indian Summer.