Monument Valley
by John Rustywire
In the sandstone of high mesas
in monuments of stone
rising high above me
touching the sky
here they wait
the holy people of days gone by
yo, it is my homeland
I stand before it
yo, I am one with it
red sandstone
glowing pink at sunset
standing in the changing light
in shadows I find myself
watching the colors dance
slowly on the rock they move
mythic figures, gods and yeis
each shadow changing light and life
is it so
light
shadows
sunset
here I stand
alone
let the dawn find me
oh, sweet early morning light
touch me forever
let the cold flow from me
help me stand
in the noon day sun
radiant, alive and in peace
give me life
yea, I sing of it
let there be light where I walk
let there be light where I have gone
let there be light in all that I do
there in the cool of evening
blue silent shadows extending
this is where I stand
let the fingers of Dawn reach out to me
yasho it is good
yasho it is life
yasho I am one with it all
I have survived mountains
I have survived mesas
I have survived all that is on earth
yasho, I live
I am one with it
the sky
the trees
the earth
I have survived
I have survived
I live
I live
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