I could have sworn I saw a wolf
With wild foamy eyes
And a thousand stallions charging-
Their proud wet heads did rise

I saw a creature in the trees
A mourning, gentle face-
With pine for skin and pine for hair
The spirit of this place

The ripples hid a glistening nymph
Too shy to show her hair-
But the wind would sing and whistle
To show her presence there

Tijeras rose, a sharp grey peak
With eyes that seemed to teach
Of safety, hope, and sanity
Within his rusty reach

I think it was a Paradise
There between the trees
I know I saw, and heard, and felt
Magic in the breeze-

And now I'm back, among my own
The empty space does tell-
Within the hills, and lakes, and streams
The sangre of my heart, as well.