You are my infinite <br />life and death <br />and because of you <br />I am not afraid <br />to be afraid <br />because your hands <br />honed my calluses, <br />combed my mane, <br />and tamed my fangs <br />and taught the lion <br />to meander undone <br />and tonight, as the mountain <br />goes brown and slowly <br />and the moon masquerades <br />I roar for you again <br />over and over <br />until your mountains <br />will be moved<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vociferous/
