Love is the seeking of a way of life
A way that cannot be sought alone...

Tribal beats are sounding
Inside my head; echoing and pounding...

In my mind I raced against time
I smoked peyote with the Apache...

Masked in
Gray and brown...

German Shepherd dogs ?
Next came the water hose...

Lovely is she
Who came...

Souls sold for
Antiquated crude...

And if someday
My sons ask...

Dawn and I dawn my caftan
With my pen in hand...

We float
Through purple-velvet skies...

I'll give chase
I'll pursue...