High in the eastern predawn sky,
I see you dancing
On a long dark cloud just above the horizon,
the milky glow of first light behind you.

I see your face in shadow,
Scarf around your forehead,
Paint on your cheeks,
The native healer, Gray Antelope.

You come early each morning,
A reminder to dance on top 
of the perfect stillness
While desert plants wipe
 sleep from their eyes.

High in the eastern predawn sky,
I see you dancing
On a long dark cloud just above the horizon,
the milky glow of first light behind you.
I see you dancing.