I still spend my DreamTime
amongst Cloud Lanes,
Cloud Cities, Cloud Beds;
my shape, known to
Certain Clouds who
Rock me,
Arms, bold, yet gentle,
Aromas, pure, moist, Sea-foamed;
My Nina's Words, "I love you, maidele,"
My Father's Eyes, of Heaven-Earth
Birds- I am Bird Life.
No scathing painful torments touch me here;
Fears' fickle fates fall, Earth-bound -
Sacred Space.
