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beaded dreams

By tigerlilly

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spread before her like a rainbow, lay many colored beads... new sinew at the ready, bone needle used with ease; sharp knife to cut the pattern in the buckskin piece at hand, she's shaping her tomorrows with the leader of the clan. son of chiefs and shamans, bronzed youth, so straight and tall, he'd caught her eye at fireside...the storyteller’s call... they'd spent long winter evenings gazing just across the flames, while hearts were wandering closer to making life-long plans. within each stitch she sews a dream, each bead a hope and prayer, that he'll accept these moccasins she’s making with such care... the doorway of his lodge will soon see the gift she bears alone, inviting him to wear them on the short walk to her home. the softest furs make up her bed, bare body glowing in the light, love's sheer anticipation takes her deep into the night... then her breath near stops at horses halting just outside the door, the warrior in her beaded dreams then walks across the floor.all comments and critiques welcomed Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 04:24 AM PST   0 • 8

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