Dreams the water showed me

Came in waves of we used to

Collect pecans in brown palms along stream

Dream, a family of panama frolicing

Medicine roots your tamōx

Write with hands of flowers

Mirror fish smiles pebbles glittering

There is no beyond water

Life finds you here, 

Child tell that story

Banned from tongue we

Used to be so close

Our feet always wrapped in spring we used

To fish here and visit the Wakate/Iyanee’

Now they call them Bufallo

Now they find skulls, no hearts beating

Tāp Tāi I dreamt they

Were still here like we 

Are my dream is them

Returning like the language

Nakaxām