Silver Bracelets

         Across a burning stretch of sand
         where ancients danced with sacred drum -
         a maiden rises from the smoke
         returned to walk this native home.

         Left to wander near and far
         in search of truth no longer kept -
         a crystal stream – an eagle’s flight
         would haunt the trail where sorrow wept.

         Into the sun – some distant place
         would keep them close together still -
         between the mountains left to wait
         another time to know their will.

         Beneath the canopy of light
         where once their echo lingered long -
         would spill their blood on riverbeds
         and fill the canyon walls with song.

         A steady drum – immortal beat
         where stars are pressed against the night -
         recalls a noble yesterday
         when honor danced by firelight.

         One maiden there forever walks
         on sands across a milky sky.
         Silver bracelets - a cadence plays -
         surrendered with their mortal cry.

         What noble truth yet calls the wind
         by name the mountain held before -
         became as one with oak and sea
         were brothers born the elk and boar.

         This land recalls one blemished tear
         and weeps for loss - their right to claim
         was held between the earth and sky
         and grown in fields that loved her name.

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