byMike Austin
relatives
friends
the land
calling me
caressing me warmly
ancestors are here
with their love
in vienna
i hear the sounds of oak
burning
the flames painting
memories
in the nightair
as the firekeeper
re-chants our destiny
the women's legrassles
in unison with the ancient songs
i feel the time
to come home
near
as i burn some cedar
and speak my prayers
© 2004 Mike Austin