We are the dancing shadow of smoke

like a curling snake

round firelight

heart beating

feet fleeting

underneath moving stars

always towards the new dawn,

We are a footprint so fine

that each has a name

moving across grass and flame

soul lasting

while fasting

waiting for the morning star

signalling a new dawn,

We are a natural voice

a blood and land choice

a circle of light

tongues speaking

families seeking

places beneath the stars

again

working for the new dawn.

2/3/2013