Chyanne

In the firelight
By the lake at night
Feathers in her hair

She dances 'round
To rhythmic sound
Smoke filling the air

With an eagle's grace
In a scared place
Her heart and mind's desire

Moccasins and beads
Chants of her needs
Are sent to sources higher

As squirrels and deer
Linger very near
Enchanted by the spell

Night flowers bloom
In this windowless room
Where all elements dwell