Grandmother
Grandmother wake.
Grandmother rise.
Ascend on high to sable skies.
Your grand-daughter is alone
Dance the heavens, lead me home.
Grandmother far.
Grandmother fair.
With stars braided into midnight hair.
Have heart and behold far below
To this lost and lonely soul.
Grandmother sweet.
Grandmother dear.
Hold me close, hold me near.
Enfold me in silver embrace.
Love me in this unlit place.
Grandmother great.
Grandmother wise.
Light the way for eclipsed eyes.
Illuminate my shaded sight.
Shine the way this wayward night.
The Trail
From one way Queen to wild Third Line
And then six years at Sixy-nine.
Wound in strips of blue, white, and red
And then slapped back onto the Rez
To haunt my kind, to reek and roam
Until on High I made a home.
And then, now two, return to Queen
Onto Darling then Bethany.
Suddenly there, we Chatham land.
A Palace blue. Then Sheridan.
Now sole again, linger the lines
Trust dirt roads, lust simpler times.
A pair again. Try, try, and fail
Until one day we find the Trail.
We become three, then four to stay.
We somehow found our present day.
