Tell me, do they have lavender sunsets
in the land where you live?
Was there a river in your childhood
that flows through your dreams?
Shall we fight over which river is better
and who owns the sun?
Or shall we tell stories
around the fire
and balance our souls along the banks
while the day is pulling her shades down
and the stars that no one knows
begin to dot our mutual horizon?
Perhaps someday we will dream
a constellation together
and it will matter not
whether I call it the Great Blue Heron
or you call it the Giant Spruce
or our sister calls it the Goddess Ostara
for in that day,
the sun will shine on us both
and the stars will guide our nights
filled with better tales