Black Rock

I found the twisted log that took
all night to burn, Grandfather.
I found the magic glade that took
me back in time, Grandfather.

I did not see you standing on
the mountainside, Grandfather;
I saw the dreams you sent me,
Black Rock,
ancient one.

You sent a vision that I did
not understand, Grandfather.
I saw you sitting in the trees
atop the ridge, Grandfather.

Four times I saw the lightning flash
behind your face, Grandfather.
I did not recognise you, Black Rock,
ancient one.

Owl Woman, Bear Wakes Up, and I
had traveled far, Grandfather.
The children ran to play while we
prepared our lodge, Grandfather.

When Bear Wakes Up arose and saw
you waiting, there, Grandfather;
then I looked up and knew you,
Black Rock,
ancient one.
                   

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