Canoe on the chipeweh
Autumn spills into the lake
summer flies no more swarm
along the shore slipping paddle forward
quiet as a moon beam falling into the stillness
night comes to the chipewa
drums, muffeled, cry out the wolves soulful answer
orion sits the throne and beckons
lake looks as if it rises into the sky
stars float like still fairies on the surface
journey looks to have no end
cloud, the keeper of the moon has released
and new dimensions take place
life in the forest comes to drink
I pass with out a whisper
silence shouts
and my name answers
my breath has returned
but not a sound I`ve made