There was a god or goddess of wind, rain, lightning, thunder, clouds, stars, sun, and of course, the moon goddess, and they all more or less worked under SkyMaker.
I am a being of Heaven and Earth,
of thunder and lightning,
of rain and wind,
of the galaxies,
of the suns and the stars
and the void through which they travel.
Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar
Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.
So here I am.
On the road again.
There I am,
Up on the stage.
And here I go,
Playin' the star again.
There I go,
Turn the page.
The snow lay deep upon road and fields, for the April sun was powerless to send warmth through the gray clouds, and the heavy spring rains were yet to come.
Old dirt road (Mushaboom)
Knee deep snow (Mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast — a cold wind.