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Woman of Navajo race, Spirit molded like a vase, Glowing as a silver sphere— I feel her presence near. The Navajo woman, she looks at me. The Navajo woman, her soul is free. A poise of natural grace. An earnest sad, soft face. Fair are her coal black eyes: Keen as the eagle that flies. (Chorus) Her skin of flaxen bronze Glows golden as the dawns. Her strength she cannot hide: Her mien reflects her pride. (Chorus) Standing by my side so warm, Self-aware with perfect form. Smell of sweet fragrant scent: This is what my nocturne meant. The Navajo woman, she smiles at me. The Navajo woman, her soul is free. Oratory: Her soul is free. |
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Originally published as a collection of songs entitled: Onerous Musicalis (A Collection of Bothersome Musical Soirées). Copyright © 1995 Eric Knickerbocker. All rights reserved. | Next Poem  |
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