Pinon Sanguine Dream
Break through dream
Into a world never before seen.
Spirit deer open their hearts
To the Pinon pine on yellow mesa
As the dream turns sanguine.
Through the open door
Into the lodge of painted animals
Who dance within this dream.
Through the clear deep mirror
Where the rain water is clearer.
There where the Grandfather Pinon
Wears a garland of old peyotes.
Rainbow light melts like wax
Yarns stretch each color across the sky.
The blood of the tree spills
Caught there frozen in time
A dream turns sanguine.
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