Wyawaqacumen

walks in irkusk over two seasons

opening rhythm
rising winds that sing of spirits
even tones as she sings in the beginning of creation

dancing drum man the even tones pursist
then the water drops the lake on my soul
guitar play cantes my obsession

water drop
falls and you hear the waterfall

order falling into tones of calm
the dancing fan of wrinkles in the spirit

water drop
falls the tone of dancing man
water drop

long pause the seasons change
the first snow falls on the water
and dances

water drop
ripple
whine
water drop
ripple

snow flake falls into the meadow
with the crashing of the lone tree
in the woods behind

end.