Oh, the vastness of the turquoise
When we sat in the sun with the raven
In the ruins of the old ones
We picked up pottery clay
Pieces of a once -joined jigsaw
puzzled the time it swept away.
saying this is still our home.
So I put the piece down and
and we scrambled on up the screen,
unless it was given to me.
Oh, the vastness of the turquoise,
As we sat in the sun with the raven
Los Alamos lies behind these hills,
Where they built the bomb
called the Gourd of Ashes
We sit on the peaceable stone
where the breeze has left
And we don't feel quite alone
into the cracks in the rocks
In the long bones of our limbs
And the long river runs through
far below in the shivering wind.
Oh, the vastness of the turquoise
As we sit on the lip of an ancient cliff
A raven lofts over our heads
and circles us once with a call
An d then she drifts with the breeze
The jet from the split cliff wall
Well, we sit up straight and meditate
As that raven glides by on the wind
Then she spirals five feet over us
The third time she swoops over us
Soft wing beats brush our heads
Then she stands on a rock
Oh, the vastness of the turquoise
as we sit in the sun with the raven
and known by the ancient ones,
And the raven's a sacred go -between
In this place of sentient stones.
In a timeless tide, we sit and bide
And the pieces all fit in a hole.
Circling us like a pottery bowl.
Oh, I don't care if I'm nowhere
and the ages break my bone
I'll stay with you and the raven
where peace is all our home
and the ages break my bone
I'll stay with you and the raven,
where peace is all our hope.
and the raven flapped her wings,
and we saw something rock and sway.
Where that bird had stood
and it moved though the wind was low.
I picked it up and felt a shock
at this gift from the great unknown.
No, I don't care if I'm nowhere
I'll stay with you and the
and the ages break my bone.
I'll stay with you in the raven,
where our peace is all our own.
Where our peace is all our home.
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