the day is done my blanket holds me
as this old house it creaks and sighs
the magician comes a nightly visit
to carry me with him to places high
mother bat you ride the currents
of earth moon sky and whispering sea
to return to your young ones again at daybreak
a mystery to many but not to me
so my brothers let us build a campfire
here on this friendly hallowed ground
with wood that our grandfathers planted
with wood that our dear mothers found
and dance the darkness shadows jumping
as flames reach high into the sky
to send their embers soaring upward
to meet with the glittering stars this night
alone in bed my teacher leaves me
to dreams desires that are my own
to swim the vastness planets turning
and find the place that is my home