Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

red eagle
soaring through the clouds
feeling that briskness
that one feels
when the wind hits you in the face
wing tips through the edge of the woods
and you rage with excitement
knowing the freedom
as well as the joy
that life gives
within that splendor
of the spirit

[carndo]

the music over the radio
plays from the past
mid 70's
touching memories
receiving smiles
of long ago
simpler times
yet good ones
that you really don't want to let go
but time moves on
and so do you
still..
you remember

[carndo]

Halamytharin
forest of the past
where legends rise
of those
who were born
in the woods
ancient mystics
where sword and shield
gave honor
to whom
who lived by the blade
protecting those who can't protect themselves
hawthorn touched within those oaks
yet eyes see within the leaves
whispers reach in moments
where life is simply celebrated
songs remembered
with those only cared
for a sacred distance
long forgotten

[carndo]

roots entangle
spreading through the ground
feeding on source of water
entwining in moments of life
where the warmth
finds that need
whispering growth

[carndo]

funny thing
about when I grew up
around Moab and Marble Falls
never gave a thought
about the freedom I had
I just lived it
day by day
month by month
year by year
with no regrets
not rushing into being an adult
with responsibilities and such
But then who wants them?
the worry and aggravation
of getting by
in this crazy world
that we live in

[carndo]

old friends
good memories
that have one laughing
about the past
yet if you think about it
you wouldn't change a thing
and here you are
looking around the corner
about the next path
you're about to take
you have no clue
about what might happen
yet you have the courage to take it
but that's life for ya
one day at a time

[carndo]

those fragile dreams
that rise through the day
yet somehow keep us going
where one needs to reach
even though everyone tells you
that it's impossible
but for that most part
you ignore them
why?
because there will always be naysayers
that don't have the courage
to work out their own dreams

[carndo]

insects flutter
within the waters edge
where the moonlight shines
dancing in the night
golden dreams
find silk sighs
drifting in the flow of tomorrow
and yet the reflections touch
in whispers
where a nymph might smile
wild waterfalls reach past
the waves where a fish jumped
and nature grins
as the sun dips into the horizon
finding its wisdom

[carndo]

by the old green bridge
lays a rock cropping
where the Delores river flows
a deep pool holds a trout
with my name on him
I've got my fishing pole
and tackle box in hand
yea I'm ready to get my hook in the water
just as soon as I get it baited
I'll kick back
and wait to set the hook
yea...
one has to be patient
but that's the game
that's being played
who's smarter
the fisherman
or the trout?

[carndo]

those slow August days
where the heat
makes you wonder
where's the rain these days?
and yet the monotony
of both
simply makes you want to scream
but you don't
you find a way to occupy yourself
and muzzle your way through life
even though to you
it's simply boring

[carndo]

different perspectives arrive
within the day
whether we want them or not
yet we continue
and find our own way
it's just an attitude
that gets us down the road
and allows us to follow
our own path
for wherever it leads
may you find
that smile
which comforts

[carndo]

ocean waves
that rise and flow
within the tide
water as far as one can see
and one can smell the salt in the air
but it beacons one
to explore and discover what they can
seeking new frontiers
while they are young

[carndo]

dismantled
within the wind
where the clouds may roam
yet in sight
an eagle flies
just over the horizon
where a rainbow has risen
and in the distance
rain finally has fallen
to quench the dry ground
which hasn't seen a drop
for the last month
but somehow Gaia
finds a smile

[carndo]

reaching through
those thoughts
that flow from within
yet somehow prevail
even though
you haven't figured the out
and for the most part
you probably never will
but sometimes
that's just life for ya

[carndo]

reflections
of that day
where fall is finally coming
won't be long
before the rain comes along
yea the monsoons of Texas
where the cool
finally comes
and the season of change
makes its way
where the end of the year
is sure to come