Silence
except winds that grow through my hair the bird above...
forever circling...moving down
I feel peace in this valley not of mine
and i hear voices down below, among the trees
i see my grandfathers shaking hands
and i know my time is soon
On this ledge i sit happy with where i have been
all cruelness now gone all hurt
and i hear my dogs running through rivers below
let my heart fill with joy as i go
let the sun warm my face
as i lift my head upward
and prepare to go to the valley not of mine