Dream Catcher

The wind whispers across the prairie. I hear your name upon my ears. I see your raven hair in my mind and the feather in your braid. I have been gone to long now, and I am ready to come home. So with my fur catch upon my mule and me upon my Appaloosas back; I flee from these cold mountains and to my home I head back.

The high country still has snow, and the trapping has been slow. I am homesick for the cabin and the taste of Buffalo. I want to hold usti soquili, bounce him upon my knee. As you look upon us both, with the love of the Cherokee.

Let me hold your body close against me, run my fingers upon your skin. We'll touch our lips together, as we taste the prairie wind. Tonight we lie together with the fire banked in the hearth. Snuggled under Bear skin, as our bodies we entwine. You illicit a little giggle, as I make you mine. 

I will show how much I missed you. You will do the same. Speak Gu ge yu hi to each other, as we breathe each others name. I'll let you know that you are mine and I forever yours.The Dream Catcher hangs o'er the door, to filter out the omens bad. As we sleep in a dreaming slumber, of our little Cherokee Band.



Cherokee: Usti Soquili.......Little Pony
                  Gu ge yu hi.........I Love You