need

Wishes made
Promises untold
But when rain falls
My arms unfold

I am guarded
Desert cloud I bid thee
Forsake the Sun
And bring me the sea

Love Song

When my heart would need
A little company your loving arms
Wouldn't comfort me              

Baby ive been set aside
To wander my own starry skies
Days are gone my heart
Would sing our little lie

Bring me a dream
Wont turn its back on me
Make me a promise  
Wont cost all of me 

Baby ive been alone
Seen the other side
Of nevermind 
         
Bring me a dream
Wont turn its back on me
Make me a promise  
Wont cost all of me

Sing me a love song
Make me believe
What home can be

MOON RISE

Stop looking. Stop. Close your eyes.

Turn your face to the dying sun like a flower.

Let the breeze keep time in the wisps of your hair
with the shadows at play upon the mountains.

The elders stand large and forever along the waters edge
grey and brittle in their high winter garb, their backs
the strength of the ages

Let them bear your heart's weight and breathe in a new day done.

The moon will rise the heart will heal.

Memory will change.

Morning will bring a new song.

Kachina Doll

The clouds they rise and spread

Across this Anasazi sky

Fresh paint upon this ancient place

New life to breathe into my wooden face

High upon a mountain top now I live

I and my like, each with a mystery,

Perhaps from a star, or many stars

or a mystical crack in Mother Earth

Born of water and battered by wind

I found my way to this place

Led by a desert Sun past my labors

Time's threaded weave I put to rest

Skillful hands craft an image

Ink and Paint and Feather, holy bound

Blade to wood and water to stone,

Blood to fetish. I dance and sing

From nowhere and for no one

And I never find a mist in the desert,

The heat and cold so hard at work

And here, mist and Time be one

No one to know from whence I come

A wayward woman, a kindred soul

My spirit nourished by the heat of the Sun

And I now to learn the mystery of me

As I craft and weave and begin to Believe