Silver Eagle rise above the dark black storm.
Rise higher than clouds where sunlight warms.
Ritual dance; sing high in the deep blue sky.
Hovering above us; your soul will never die.
Path of courage, path of strength,
Part the winds with your swift wings.
Glide ever gently up into the Heavens.
Higher Spirit is now your seeing lens.
So many words of laughter, many words of fate,
Numerous words of wisdom; all without debate.
Inspirational words remain here below the storm.
Wondrous echoes of you in my heart, so warm.
As I quietly gaze up into the stars most nights,
I envision a great Eagle flying with might.
Silver Eagle watches oh so carefully over me.
His sharp, keen eyes now lovingly oversees.
Soar Silver Eagle; fly swift and ever so high.
Your migration will never be a true goodbye.
You entwined yourself deeply into my heart.
Your spirit is with me; it shall never depart.
This is dedicated to my dear friend, Les, a full blooded Mowhawk, whom I love and miss dearly. Les lived about 400 miles away from me. I had been told that he had a heart attack and did not know anything else. Several days later, while driving in my car, I found myself almost in a chant like state, saying over and over in my mind “No, Les, hang on, you can do it, be strong, be a warrior, no Les, please don’t go.” It wasn’t long after that I found out that he had indeed died. Les and I had a very special spiritual connection unlike any other I have ever known. I believe he came to me that day to let me know that he was going to depart Earth to rejoice and fly freely with his beloved Higher Spirit. Someday I will join you for a Ritual Dance, my dear Moccasin Man!