Beyound The Horizon Poem by Colin Coplin

The dawn star appears and casts his light
the cold maker has come
the first lady sleeps beyond the horizon
in the land of the Indian

Shadows like clouds impress upon the snow
as a painted colt leaps across the dawn
the big bear is tired and lays down his head
until spring whispers to all

The Morning Star reveals to the First Lady
that the Great Unseen One lies above the wind
that blows through the mountains were the Eagle dwells
freedom lies perched on his wing

And the spirits pass to the heavens like smoke from a campfire
to be the new stars in the sky tonight
and they're hunting the Great Buffalo
in warriors paradise

Behold their lances like comets in full flight
behold their women beauty immaculate, in peace
behold their families, smiling, dropping tears of love
behold their souls, now forever they are free

But the days of the Hunter are gone
with the falling of the Eagle
and the mountains streams now flow on to city streets
for time has change their ancient ripples
but in the minds of the Warrior
there will still be a hunt tonight.

Copyright Colin Coplin 1977 /2010