The night is still; cloudless; safeEyes scan the great star nation with solemn respect
An ancient prayer; a symbol of protection in the sand
The Shaman washes in the cool lake waters
Knowing the ancestors stand close by
Silent witnesses soon to another clandestine communion
Tribal lands lie many days behind him
The shore line unexplored; unknown by his peoples
However discovery was not by chance
Alien voices; separate his own thoughts fill his mind
Comfort since an early age
Their instructions kindly and benevolent
Mental communion secret; hidden
The Shaman respected by the league of nations
A group of distant lights like falling stars
Close to the furthest horizon
Above the tops of the trees
He sees and understands
From the lake shore he walks
To the clearing ahead
Lit by the great star nation
Later, in that sacred light he sits cross legged
Awaiting the arrival of the star brethren once more
Visitors from distant lands
Observers of the earth
Guardians to the races there
Ambassadors of the skies
Amid their glory he sits then
At one with them
Like they are to him
Sharing telepathically their views and their ways
Pleased by his own gentleness and his own forgiveness
For a plague of white rapes and pillages the red skin lands
But he refuses to fight
Visions since an early age revealed
He realises he is powerless to prevent eventuality ...
Immortality his philosophy too
Kept from his people
For it contradicts; fearful they would kill him ...
Presently they leave him
Tears fall
But then stillness
He is ready for the next communion
For they will soon return ....
