THE STAR SONG

Softly my father sings

the Star Song

to the stars and me.

"When the world was being made,

being made,

when the gods were

placing stars,

the stars,

the stars in patterns

in the sky,

coyote stole the star bag,

coyote spilled the stars out

in the sky,

helter skelter in the sky,

when the world

was being made."

Softly my father sings it,

the Star Song,

to the stars and me.

Darkness covers me.

Beauty covers me.

My mother is near.

My father is near.

The sheep are safe.

The words of the Holy Song

come to me,

"On top of the mountain

I found the gods."

It is night.

It is night.

Happiness comes to me.

I sleep.