I caught the tale gleam deep in your eyes
That showed the trail of the elusive Blue Tiger,
Who slinks and prowls from the light of the moon
And leads those chosen, those marked in primordial fire.
I’ve got a sword that I forged once in a dream,
That lies at my side in the still afternoon.
So take all my money, man, take all my jewels.
The storm, the reckoning, that rain will come soon.
Once in the desert I saw an image that danced,
That shimmered long in the broken glow of the sun.
I roamed off I knew, from the highway and into the dunes.
And she danced, a watchful rose, the desert ghost of a woman.
Racing down the hills, I arrived at a light,
And it smiled at me twinkling in the summer night air.
And so emerged the Tiger, like an angel, great herald of the stars.
And it roared out a calling to all who stood aware, to all the young who dared.
I stood in a clearing and I heard not a whisper.
I saw not one arrow in the sky, over the distant pine.
There I saw, drifting above, a lone bluebird.
And it took off to fly high, to the soaring tides, divine.
Ren Michael 