beautiful eyes

it's peaceful night indeed
wake up joyful and overfed
tomorrow we hunt for big fish
broil, boil with yam and berries
we'll pick oysters, clams and eggs
we try to barter with the wigs

i would like to get one firestick
stone that bubbles to wash your feet
dust in a box that makes you sneeze
spirit in a bottle that makes you loud
hollowed stick to see far and wide
that would be tepeeful of pellets

i miss the walk by the river edge
the moonlit tryst deep in the forest
i'm always sorrounded by the braves
i'm forgetting what i'm born to live
i could call you to be in my tepee
but i'll be stripped and sent away