i heard

voices

weeping a healing cry of angels

in harmony

with the creator

sweeter than the sound of an arrow

piercing a heart of stone

softer than the rain singing on a tepee

a silver cord from a cactus flower to my soul

a native american do wop sweet soul brother serenade

a longing

a peaceful yearning

from little big horn to wounded knee

the voice of every indian

of every man and woman

in harmony...i was there

i heard this

two rows back, sitting with my baby, on a bus

on the way to the native american music awards