At a moment of vision, spirit woman begins to dance.
Hands like leaves, leaves
Like fire, flames
Blaze
Ever upward,
A wounded healer, dream being
Dismembered, bearer of flowers
Bearer
Of the mask, masked dancer.
Winged,
A channel of light.
Bearer of gifts
Of sacrifice,
To a world grown old,souless.
Dancer
To dieties, the demons
too soon forgotten.
With twisted discordant dance, she pays homage.
Her plaited hair
Tied
In sacred knots.
Fires flame,rivers
Flow
Downward,
White stars burst out of blackened ash,
Till the hollows of ancient trees come alive
Again.
Let us dream. Together
Let us walk
Paths of turquiose and emeralds.