Moon Rain

	At the edge of the world
	under the night of the Elk warrior
	winds a path along two rivers
	one river of darkness 
	one river of light
	many spirits flow in each
	some walk the path of the moon
	around above the two rivers
	missing many friend many enemy
	dancing or fighting
	in lifes water
	taking them again into the world of animals
	and tribe of tribes of little spirits 
	then the rivers run far apart
	one thru the trees and great grass
	one thru the dust and hard heat
	then they touch at the big rocks
	where old wisdom is strong
	and the power of mother Earth echos
	in the crys of the lone wolf
	rising up to the place of the moon
	where the wise spirit women
	with wise spirit men watch 
	they see much between day and night
	they know what little spirits think
	they have seen big wars
	they have seen children born
	they have seen many dances
	they have seen much wrong
	they have seen much good
	they chant of these things 
	as they chant their tears fall
	thru the great night lights
	down to the world of little spirits
	where the tears turn into the white wind
	blowing to the place of the big rock
	above the morning clouds
	where they wait for the sun spirits
	to warm them for their long dance
	taking them thru many little mouths  
	the melting tears are songs to sing 
	to teach the little spirits
	about the great journey of life
	so they know where to go
	so they know what to do
	so they know which river to swim
	for both rivers water is moon rain

	 By Mark Borcherding 12-22-1992