Rise At the Sunlit Moon

I must travel Eastward hands among the village people rise at a sunlit moon along the Soceye river flourishing fish gather deep Winter snow melt still brings a rise to the river's dream alone.... along the banks a whispering song touches me the ominous flow cries a rhythm igniting my soul a spirit fire erupts and I fall deep beneath the reeds the Great Spirit cradles me and all the worry becomes belief with one single seed