WILSON RILES SR.
I met a man of many wonders
Aged like ancient wood
Full of life and colored nectar
Drained of flesh and blood.
He said, "My child you walk a path as I,"
"One road to this O one to that"
"What fun we look to find,"
His voice rasped soft as angels wings
Grey as ashes falling dreams
Sound that moves with fluids grace
Plays with ribbons soft in space.
It moved inside my soul
It caught my thoughts silvery thread
And I listened close to every word he said.
"Move quietly with catlike grace,"
"From here to there either place,"
"Find the spot where your feet grow blind,
"And reach their roots"
"Your mouth will smile"
"And your eyes will sun"
"Your brain will smooth"
"And soon you'll see"
"That to stay and dream will always be,"
"and it will string your world to one."