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| Canyon de Chelly National Archives. |
Bound to the land
her spirit walks hills
Softly she floats
on an evening breeze.
moving over moon lit paths
She stops before lintel and post
lovingly her fingers caress
age old stone
Ancient voices echo her passage
through long
abandoned
rooms
Up winding stairs
through a canyons birth
Gathering spirit
from places
she has
touched
She steps
naked
to an
evening
sky
Weaving her love
into a tapestry
of song
she gives it
away
to the dawning
of another
day
Stars cry
happy tears
while
Mother Moon sings:
"My heart!
My little
heart!"
-Fin-
DS Baker
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