From black of light years asi anong
writhed and spiraled into his path,
shedding sparks that dazzled his eyes.
He raised one arm to shade his face
and began to dance, unaware that he danced
while above I flew, gold in the sky.
With my hair the wind I tethered his wrists
to a shining cloud as I silently swayed
and breathed in the wind, ambe, ambe.
My hands the earth that gave him life
bathed his feet in shredding silk
that tore in my touch as I whispered
ambe omaa, bimosen, bimosen.
Then my lips rained silver sand that poured
into the river that rolled from its sleep
and I spoke through the water, wewiib, wewiib
till he followed, filling my tracks with his own.