The Sacared Dance

Across the prairie a summer wind came
My ears felt the sand whisper your name
Clouds of fathers gave away your face
By the moon you took me in your embrace
As the young deer came daringly close
So soft your breath like petals of a rose
In the distance we heard a warning voice
Without a thought our hearts made a choice
Together on a winding twisting road we went
My nostrils filled drinking in your scent
Journey's end came as soon as the sun
A falling feather's flight is done