If I had the Power, I would send
my soul-bird beyond the space,
to carry you the strength I have
when I sense that yours will fade.
As a flower in the wasteland I would shine,
as the soft sound of rain I would lull you to sleep.
As the grain for your bread I would nourish you,
and in the laughter of children renew your faith.
If your fathers sang to the elk, I don't know
or if your mothers invoked their dear ones...
But your roots too are in ancient soil,
your birds share the same song with mine,
so maybe you'd know me, and stretch out your arm
and for a moment I would rest my wings,
three feathers I would leave you and then fly away...
And you would ask your children
to hush as blackbird sings.