Someday soon

I'll meet you in the morning,
When the new day is dawning,
When most are still yawning,
I'll meet you in the morning.

I'll meet in you in the morning,
Cause a new life is dawning,
Cause I'm tired of wanting,
I'll meet you in the morning.

The day is gonna break,
The time is gonna take,
An eternity is calling,
I'll meet you in the morning.

Someday you'll see,
What I was meant to be,
Instead of always falling,
If you meet me in the morning.

God

The shamans hands circled above his head, hands undulating in the phosphorescent smoke of the burning jungles leaves, howler monkeys raucously laugh at his attempts to incorporate the divine. The village is silent, if silence is possible in the midst of a living jungle. The steam is its sweat, it never sleeps, the rivers its tears, the echoes its past, present and future.The eyes of the native children widen as the voodoo doctors hands crisscross over the flames, singeing his skin, his eyes roll back , hes blind. Tongue stretches out , contorting his face in a grimace of what? Pain, pleasure, divine ecstasy? i cannot tell. he lets out a guttural yell, a growl, and for a moment i swear there is a jaguar in the middle of the village, a fierce primordial beast, a killer of men, a myth of legend. The shaman collapses, blood pours from his nose, The elders rush to his side, as the pained face relinquishes a smile. "Auk co wae tae. Sino chuk take." Translation: The gods are angry. There is no blood.