Moonfaced girl comes

With an eagle feather,

To touch you in the early morning,

Brush your hair back from your face

With her magic feather,

Whispers words of love and life 

Deep into your sleeping mind.

And when you wake,

The seeds of dreams may grow

With all the corn you planted,

So just be careful when you start to thin the sprouts,

To leave a few dreams 

To twine up with the beans and squash.

-jenn