Downward through the morning twighlight
In those hours that are forgotten,
To the unremembered mountains
From the old moon falls a promise
Falls beautiful on Nokomis~
A wife rejoins her Mother.
We worked alone the brighter hours
Clear away the swing of vines,
Whose jealous leaves to shade us
Cut the twisted vines assunder
The snares of jealous day
Where evening falls unfrighted
Nokomis waits through the evening twighlight.
On the balcony, my garden
A pot or two of blossoms~
See! The stars are flying!
In the sky the stars are flying!
My bare feet planted on cool cement,
There among the houses,
There from the balcony, my garden
Before the moonlight, in the startlight~
Nokomis flies with her daughter.
She calls me toward the morning
The firstborn of moon's daughters
Through the first light of Nokomis
East among the treeline
In a tall and slender glass
Waits the beauty of the moonlight
Soft the beauty of the starlight.
The day who warned me often
Saying soft, and oft repeating,
"Oh beware the muddied darkness
Of the west wind, smooth-mouthed."
I will not listen to what the sun tells me
No dangers wait in the arms of night.
I sit among friends, and wait,
With Nokomis for the Moon.
The westwind left the evening,
moving lightly over my shoulders,
Made a bed among the blossoms
Snoring low among the grasses.
I found the beautiful Mother
Rising there among the eastern hills
Wooing the stars with her sweetness,
Silvering the sky with caresses
Till she washed away our sorrow.
That mother knows no love nor sorrow
Her face borne in my glass
Thus is filled the child of wonder
This daugther, and Nokomis
Inhale our gibbous mother~
All anquish dies deserted.
By the lightwash true and tearless
For the heartsound of the Mother
For her daughter comes reflected
Turned to song by friend Nokomis.
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