Tribe

I am without my tribe

In exile

I sit within this circle of stones

So still

For many days and many moonless nights

Waiting for the thunder

and the sound of my Masters voice

it does not arrive

you will find me in my solitude

and sometimes in my sin

Ready to take the plunge

My body/mind has tasted such sweet bliss

Eternity is short

Surrounded by this circle of stones

I feel the hungry heart of the earth

But my sprit is soaring

I am without my tribe