MIAKODA: THE GLEAM OF THE SEA
As I sat waiting for morning
I would hear the sea singing to me
As the clouds would part, the day would start
Long Island Pier
The boats, the ships
The lonely flowers sprouting along the fleet
The melody, floating beyond me
I would hear myself, when I was far from the streets
Miakoda, the gleaming moon of the sea
Guide the lonely sailors, lost lovers and geese
Warmonger 