You drift into sleep.
Go into the woods at midnight, Climb a tree and sit, Wait until the stars that shine Give you their beautiful gift Shooting across the sky at night Is a beautiful white star. Not a star at all- She is lovelier by far. A silver-white unicorn Stands beneath the tree And shakes her mane and whispers, "Come and fly with me!" So fly on the back of the unicorn Across the starlight skys, And see the breath of moonlight Right before your eyes.
Morning Air
Feel upon you a breath of air In the golden blue Of contrasts there In morning hue. The owl's voice upon your ear- Lonely, mourning melody Of gloom upon your heart- Melody yearning, Melody sweet. No star graces the darkened sky, No moon upon my heart, And sun is far away for now Upon the morning's start. You feel not darkness on your cheeck Or on your arms in morning, But pressed upon you, solitude sweet- The darkness is the breath of morning.
"I don't tell this to anyone because they might misunderstand, but I like the aloneness of the early morning. I try to step gently on the path so that the sounds I make will blend into the rustle of the world…" "What you see with your eyes closed during the day is something different. It's like deep water, a pond that's draped with shade. I don't know what makes it happen - the fins of tiny fish, or their eyes, the sparkle of agates - but there are lights moving down there, something to watch. It's the same on a night when there's no moon and you look straight into the sky: the more you watch, the more you see. Grains of white sand, it looks like, and sometimes one drops so fast you can hardly follow it before it's lost…" "Why do bats like the dark?" she asked me, returning to the conversation. "Tell us, Star Boy."……"Because it's big," I said. "Because there are special things to see if you watch closely. Because in it you can be dreaming even if you're awake. Because someone must remember the day while others sleep and call it when it's time for the sun to come home…" -Morning Girl by Michael Dorris"Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle. The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves." - Black Elk, Sioux "Warriors Oath! Are you MAD? Do you know the kind of things that live up there? Griffins firebirds, colddrakes- things without names 'cause no one who's seen 'em has lived long enought to give them any name besides 'AAAARG!" -The Oathbound by Mercedes Lackey
