Reverie
To run barefoot through the fields of time
and judge no man to be my enemy.
When spring rain washes over my troubles
my cares shall be as dew to new grass
. When my enemy stands upright as the bear
my strength shall be as the mountain.
I long for rivers locked by winter's icy key
the melting snows gently nudging the spring flowers into bloom.
I long for the scent of new mown hay
the sharp stubbles stabbing the soles of my new born feet.
The sunrise wakes me, the morning rain washes me
and the mother earth feeds me.
Long after the yellow hairs are gone,
the red man's footsteps shall be heard on the plain.
The war cries can be heard no more.
They ring silently in the heart of the red man.
The petrified tears of Housau
lay silent upon the red earth.
Her broken soul cries out
on the night wind.