When I Go
come, lonely hunter, chieftain and king, i will fly like the falcon when i go
bear me my brother under your wing, i will strike fell like lightning when i go
i will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war
a twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor
i will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow
and the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, when i go
spring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin, i will leap like coyote when i go
tireless entrancer, lend me your skin, i will run like the gray wolf when i go
i will climb the rise at daybreak, i will kiss the sky at noon
raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
i will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
i'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when i go
and when the sun comes trumpets from his red house in the east
he will find a standing stone where long i chanted my release
he will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blow
and i will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies when i go
sigh, mournful sister, whisper and turn, i will rattle like dry leaves when i go
stand in the mist where my fire used to burn, i will camp on the night breeze when i go
and should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline
between death and resurrection and the council of the pines
do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
all your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when i go</blockquote>
<a href="http://daveandtracy.globalhosting.com/music.php" target= _blank>When I Go</a> © 1998 Dave Carter / Dave Carter Music (BMI)
I have been trying to put this image and this song together, they way they intertwined in my heart when Daves words got me through a summer of Boromir's repeated dying, the way Boromirs timely teaching about grief got me through the sudden shock of Dave's passage. It will not happen as art, and I need it now.
Chris and i sang this in the car over and over on the way home from several dozen big screen viewings of parth galen. nothing else helped.
And yes, I took out his arrows again. This time it was so <lj user="seasalt"> would know that he is being tended with all possible love and care.
I am sad. I can't wait till we get to Peace Like A River...