Midnight brings the stardust,
Like rain across the lands,
Bringing to life all sorts of things,
That day hides within.
Pale yellow flower,
Standing without its stem,
Brings to life all the dreams,
That we,
Can not imagine.
Spirits of earth and fire,
The rhythm,
Of the beating drums,
Creates a euphoric atmosphere,
For the old,
And the young.
Chanting from the elder,
Dancing without sin,
Praying to the great spirit,
For tribe and unity.


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s