The Whispering of Kings

Swamp lurea swamp water stillness echoes the drums of an ancient tribal way and abounds through the breast of billy''s isle and brings a breath of yesterday a breath that cools these fakir feet as they stood on trembling land and lures me into this wilderness and roots me where i stand the stillness bears a primeval air that floats on ageless wings and a tunes the mind to the awareness of the swamp''s un-awakened things.And i breathe a breath un-breathed before that chills my urge to roamfor here amoung the untamed hearts...My heart has found a home.