Cherokee Wind
In the moon tonight
Draws me through it’s window
To winding fields
Sits me by that
tall oak of the past
As the stars seem to dance tonight
Distant is the thunder
Drumbeats pounding
By the hundred
Then the thousand
Smell those embers of the fires
While the Cherokee wind
Blows upon you
Takes your mind
To that power in the far field
Dancing firelight
Dancers dancing
Forms just seem to live out of that light
That orange splendor
Brought on the tresses
Of this Cherokee Wind
Proud eyes in the firelight
Spears held high
As treasures
All this warrior needs
To make his day
And that of the family of this one
Spirits brought together
By this Cherokee wind
Blowing stronger now
Words so pretty
Bring awe and tears
As yet still undeeded
In their fullness were our friends
Until the day of the rifle
The night of that darkness
That spread our love
Into the Cherokee winds
Here on the hill of ancients
I mix my blood with red clay
Spirit taken by the awesome
I paint my face with these
And turn it proudly
That it may be blown upon
By that same Cherokee wind
