O Shenandoah! Dream CatcherO Shenandoah! Dream Catcher|
She stares into water as sure as her eyes, sparkling a pure aquamarine, transparent to the broken shells and pitted rocks where crawfish swarm and line the depths of Vivien. Dark with helgrammites lying in wait from under each stone disturbed, Vivien, the enchantress, mistress of Merlin. Indian spirits step to her banks offering polished beads and shining seeds, baskets braid with the vines of wild grapes. Ancestral ghosts from the land, from the house, dance on the rugged sands of her soul. Where she looks, flowers grow. Energy streams from her mind. |
