Lullaby Across the Plains

A young indian boy interprets the sounds of night and what must change

Within the night, drifts white winter fears numb as harden clay
Metaphors of one left ember among the yearning of fallen war brothers place
As yet another of nature's battle plays, for survival; dust to ashes gray
I as the fading fires lie forever tossed, as a stone astray to twilight's slumber lake

In my sleepy hollow head a saddened tune on flute churns 'way
Melodies prophecy of unmoon'd days, enemies which lurk ahead
Music mystic speaks, whispering years when a culture falls to prey
So In comfort I return to thoughts outward of the plains lullaby instead

Outside, lost winds moaning harmonies of a sacred song
A cry forewarning as shadows crawling long, carrying astral visions which soon come rolling in
And these dreams are caught among the dancing catchers in trees high hung
Medicine men of the din, cleansing this village of momentary lapse when sin

And ember grows brighter as I feel the warmth on my Ojibwe people all around
Sounds of the old man elder still breathing, rhythms of the ceremonial drum
Hearts beating over silence of the coming whites waiting to steal away the clouds
And their cold tracks of steel lying like death dividing up the rivers run

Still I listen, to the plains that speak in nightless lullabies
As the cricket’s lie dormant and the buffalo’s wintry song is a bolder snore
Sweeping clouds across the desert floor, beneath the watchful eye of the our mother moon
Ghosts of warriors galloping cross open plains looking for their home evermore

So, I call out whispers to them “here we are” adding to the Algonquin tune
Smiling with tiring eyes, I watch the ember stronger glowing hearth
Empowered by life, the gift of the Great Spirit, mountain coyote serenading love of light
And mother lays her hand across the plains tucking in all her children of this Earth

With this I sleep sounder for awhile longer
Knowing all things must end with death
Yet the spirit lives into tapestry and beyond
Across the plains into lullabies and poetry dancing just beneath the winter's breath