Canyon de Chelly

"Little Heart"

Bound to the land her spirit walks the hills.

Softly she floats on an evening breeze.

She moves over moon lit paths.

She stops before lintel and post.

Lovingly her fingers caress age old stone.

Ancient voices echo her passage down long abandoned rooms.

Stars cry happy tears, while Mother Moon sings "My heart, my little heart!"

Up winding stairs through a canyons birth.

Gathering spirit from places she has touched.

She steps naked to an evening sky.

Weaving her love into a tapestry of song.

She gives it away to the dawning of another day.

-DS Baker