there is a fire in the sky
burning right before my eyes
cold snow melts at my feet
freezing as the sun, leaking fire into the clouds
there are wolfs howling for me to come back home
and the ocean is quieting, becoming smooth as stone.
i look ahead into the distance
as the fires are coming down
i know in my heart i have no home
the winds are winding around my finger tips
mystic as the native flute
my sould follows those notes into the fire
never looking back.