A Memory of Whales
A Memory of WhalesBy Ron Hunter, Tour Leader
Their time started long before our time
the sea beckoned them from the land
their home
Remembering everything they are puzzled
not angry
not vengeful
puzzled
and sad
They were wolves
The elders thought and sang
enough of killing warm blood
enough of suffering
and sadness
The song came back
We are wolves
We are, we are
we are
Enough they sang
we must return
to the blue
Following the song
they returned to the blue
They remember everything
It is in their song
across the millennia
across mother ocean
We will be strong
we will endure
we will be gentle
we will, we will
be
So many of us then
singing
and then they
came
they came, they came
dark shapes on the blue
throbbing, hunting, killing
the song
So few of us then
Are they wolves?
We were wolves
We come here to feed
to grow
to endure
the song fading
Where are the leaders?
our Pathfinders?
We are lost
We are lost
in the blue
There are others now
on the blue
more dark shapes
not killing
the song
Between us and the wolves
Are they wolves?
We were wolves
It is in our song
The light is fading
We must go
We must, we must
go
a memory in the song
the tall land
There is none to show us the way
We are lost on the blue
A new song is calling us
Come with us
we know the way
some of us left
remember
the low land
the way there
to a new home
your home too
it is warm, it is calm
no wolves
We see them now
on the blue
so small, so slow
they breathe
they breathe
like us
look at them
now
their eyes
we are one
in the blue
we are
we are
one
in the blue
and forgiving
