caliente
04-25-2009, 04:02 PM
You, saguaro people
first-born of the desert,
grandsons of the wind
that howls like dragons breath
down your canyons
from the time before there was time.
Your daughter is dreaming
You, raven people
glistening black rainbows,
your shadows splash
across the faces of cliffs
and across mine
Hunters of carrion,
singers of death,
but flying, flying!
Your daughter is dreaming
You, thunder people
raise your voices,
show yourselves
in a sky bruised black and purple
by fists of agitation
in this land
where all are flawed,
all are wounded,
broken and bent
by scuttling nighttime claws
and the merciless desert sun.
Your daughter is dreaming
first-born of the desert,
grandsons of the wind
that howls like dragons breath
down your canyons
from the time before there was time.
Your daughter is dreaming
You, raven people
glistening black rainbows,
your shadows splash
across the faces of cliffs
and across mine
Hunters of carrion,
singers of death,
but flying, flying!
Your daughter is dreaming
You, thunder people
raise your voices,
show yourselves
in a sky bruised black and purple
by fists of agitation
in this land
where all are flawed,
all are wounded,
broken and bent
by scuttling nighttime claws
and the merciless desert sun.
Your daughter is dreaming