On whispering gales, silent tidings sing
of Manitoo guarding our darkest hour.
Howling thunder; charcoal clouds
celebrate mystical words of power.
Enchantment rising as icy waters
flow; from increment wintry season.
Universal alignment of heavens stars
criss-cross skies providing reason.
Electrical window's locked in place
angelic's watch o'er human souls.
Offering direction; pick life's road
silence sung in blessings of gold.
Quiet! listen! for whispers true
ancestors observing me, you....
Aquene









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