Wahkeetah's Heartsong

WAHKEETAH'S HEARTSONG
The wolf stands above the horizon
And cries to the night
The moon weeps her tears of blood
Old men are no longer wise
Smiles of the children are buried in ashes
Fire burns the souls of our people
Their bones are white and dry.
Great ones, weep and wail......
Our cries we send in ashes
To the Great Spirit, Wonkin Tonka.
Our prayer, our song, dances on the four winds
Searching for the next rising Son.
Will He come????
And bring with Him all the lost ones???
We cannot see....
Our eyes are darkened....
We feel only cold around us.
We seek the others who carry the Light...
To be our eyes....
To be our voice.
Take us to our homeland.
Give us back our eyes.
Let us hear again.
Let us touch and feel our loved ones tears.
Oh children of our children
Set us free from this Spirit prison.
Our journey has been long.
The wolf stands above the horizon and cries to the night.
His howling is our prayers to the stars...
To the Great One Whom we seek....
To Our Home.
Our brother, the wolf, has been our voice.
Our brothers could not hear us speak....till Now.
Oh children of our children
Sing the songs....
Wash the ashes away with your tears.
Be our voice....
And take us Home.
Inspiration received by Summer Breeze from Wahkeetah on July 17, 1997
at the National Rainbow Gathering in Ochoco National Forest, Oregon.