Nature

Ghost of history sits 
With a thread below needle's eye 
Waiting for those 
Whose dreams are 
Lit by the light between 
Worlds as they are led 
By the whispering of 
Their stories to the 
Other side of the eye 
And one of them 
Will have a needle to 
Pass through that of 
Of the ghosts to 
Preview two cultures. 
The Musqueam, Vancouver. 
Great Fraser Midden, 
Burial ground, soil sings 
Acapella to the sky. 
Winds are like hounds 
Hunting for an essence, 
Striking haunting presence 
Of the Musqueam from 
Their final dissolving dreams, 
not found in museums. Do 
spirits whisper to those being born, 
primal dreams unsown waiting for 
those not yet composed.

light between worlds