Your black beams block light in shapes of ancient houses

Of kōwhaiwhai, birds, pikopiko holding hands

Bow down from these stark gallery walls 

Invite me to dance in your razored shadows

Shelter me from death like kauri in Tāne's forest 

I reach through to pluck the first harvest

Juice runs down my chin, between my breasts, and over my full belly

Mātāriki, Makali'i, 

Queens of the night sky, jewels in the black sands of time

Cloak me, lead me to your whare, your fale of a thousand secrets