INDIAN SONG
The slow beat of ancient drums is wrapping out the sensuous dance of warriors with earth painted faces in the night that's preparing the fight coming up too quickly or too late to change the course of our lives
The smell of unknown grass is growing up from brazier lighted from the man with the wood face and the baton that's dancing and singing to the moon
Dance and singing are stunning us giving us the strength to stay preventing us to think preventing us to understand what happens
Cold do enter into mind and heart while everything that has been prepared shows its inadequacy
Silence come suddenly into a snow dawn where we are feeling for the first time a new and adverse world
Desert is around us and it's coming into Desert is dazing us just as the winter