Reindeer And Spirit Walker . . . Part Two

Hear now the howling of wind Shadows of the past Reaching again to be heard Reindeer And Spirit Walker Broken Trust I reach to you from the pages of time. I am Spirit Walker. Pictured here as the Chief's daughter saw me last in her presence. We were called together by the winds of our ancestors, Reindeer and I. Even as children there was never any doubt that the Great Spirit had destined that we walk our pathways as one. Since the birth of Running Bear, our bodies have not met, to reach the stars of our destiny. The Elders have forbidden our speaking or touching, until the ceremonial circle has fulfilled our custom, and the Great Spirit has blessed our unity. The mere sight of Reindeer caused my body to tremble, and my heart to race with desire, as I came upon her standing alone at the water's edge. Her essence reflecting an image of pure light upon the face of the crystal pond. She was so close and it had been so long! No one was near us . . . No one would see! I could almost smell the freshness of her hair, and feel her flesh next to mine. My heart pounded with such speed it felt as if it would explode. There was no turning back. My passion overpowering the commandments of our Elders. Her closest close, could not become close enough. I tied my horse and turned to walk the hillside. Seeing Lone Wolf approaching her in running strides stopped me from moving forward. From behind the Pines I watched their greeting, as he cradled her face in the palms of his hands, and traced her features with his tongue seeking the fullness of her lips. How could she betray me in this way! How could she do this to us! I couldn't and wouldn't watch the scene before me. In an instant my world no longer making any kind of sense. Somehow I have been caught in the net of the dreamcatcher. The dreamweaver playing some kind of absurd joke! The ceremonial spear I had been crafting for months, held by my side, as Reindeer approached the open campsite. It was to have been presented to her as the last remaining prophecy to be completed before our unity. Its shaft hollowed and filled with the native sand of our desert. Perfectly balanced to be hurled into the heavens by my hand on the day our unification. Signifying our spirits would live as one for all eternity. In front of all that were watching, I stood before her, as I broke it in two, and crushed it beneath my feet. Broken promises. Broken spirit. Broken trust. BROKEN!   All broken. I pushed her aside, mounted Apache, and rode faster than the wayward winds that called my name. Finding myself this night with only the company of the wild and the confusion of my heart and mind.   Hearing upon the wind the voice that pursued me in my flight from the village. ''Wait, Spirit Walker,  PLEASE wait! I can explain . . . . '' Somewhere within the nights of many moons, wherein the wolves howl and a baby cries, Reindeer and Running Bear make their way within a landscape of no recognition. Spirit Walker's heart is now beginning to no longer wear the war paint of wounded pride and pictured betrayal. Three hearts wait alone for their destinies to be fulfilled. To Be Continued . . . . Feedback Treasured Original by Lesa Gay aka Aspiring Angel

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