'Round the orange warm pit of fire
Phantom dancers enter in
Where the sparks were rising higher
Smudging face paint near our din

Beating loudly, harder, faster
They drift up inside the smoke
Smoke that's swirling in wind circles
Rhythmic funnels of split oak

In connected, spinning trance state
We could see them, could we not?
With their beaded braids a shaking
And the red glow fire hot

Through the cloud puffs
of our drum smoke
With the magic of our minds
We saw ghostly lupine beings
Come from feathered years behind

We were beating, harder, faster
With hypnotic drumstick hands
Frozen hands kept pa pa pumming
To invoke the spells of man

Healing sounds of pa pum drumbeats
Ice and fire wolf moon clan
They soft footed round our powwow
Took our spirits to their land

Written by Sara Fielder © Jan 2016