Cedar Sweep ⩸ tuqqun ⩸

THE THIRD SONG

Asivaq knew that her son now walked between the moon and stars, his spirit lifted from their earthly plane. She was careful as she picked her way through the forest, keeping her eyes and ears open for any sign of spirits that came to her, wearing the face of the child gone too soon.

"spring has come
time of budding leaves
the time of the warm air
do you hear them?
do you hear the deer running in the forest?
their hooves make a song to lead you into the night."

She chanted and cried; two forces guiding her son further away.

How would she make it through this? How would she find peace? How would she continue to find her voice as it faltered?

She did not know.