Twillowme White Wolf

Twillow White Wolf
Ran a thousand nights
A thousand years ago,

Following her, a people
Once lost, from a frozen North
Found passage through the snow
Down into the lands
Of ancient Idaho,

White wolves gliding
Through the snow
Finding sun gods
And ice dancers
In the lands of Idaho,

Under night moons
La Loba come
and La Loba go
Leap jumping drifts
Of fallen snow,

From the North
To the Twillowme
From Arctic crystal
To Shoshone show,

Like Salmon come she will
To the Twillowme lands
Of long ago,

Tracing where rivers go,
Night Running La Loba
And Majestic Eagle know,
The Salmon run
Precedes the snow,

And Wolf Eternal,
Epitome of the Northwest's
Once timeless flow,

Pristine and elemental
Brutal and beautiful,
As earth’s history itself,

Made manifest and woven
By endless matrices
Of coulees and streams,

Suckled and fed
By the hydro genesis
Of snow melted Millenniums,

And the wellspring rush
To alma matered
And acqua bellied lakes,

Millions of years in the making
To become a moment of madness
Of mankind's for the taking,

Come she will
As a god or chieftan
From the faraway
And above the North,

To lead safe passage
Each thousand years
Crossing a thousand nights,
Along the rivers of time,

Resplendent twilight runner
Come she may

If come she can
From what immortal land

For a people
Lost once again,
Now without spirit
Or vision's hand?

Nay.

The sound of the Buffalo

In the night in Sandburg land...

Eternal.

Evermore.

Endlessly running...

La Loba Blanca.

White Wolf running...