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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night Around a fire this Naabeeho song begun, sung louder than a heaven's choir As “Soaring Feather” was tuft mothered, from Navajo out of Chief Eagle Gray's desire But, now less wild panes opaque of Dine', behind leather eyes am I Brittle bone to withered dust, a desert sage that dries And I plead one last dream before doors beyond forever Gazing east, out cross, fallen white of Navajo still November I am blinded into vision winds, so quickened unto rapture Swept along the swaying prairie grass, messenger of earth then after The billowing, ghosts of buffalo left innocence roaming over head And I rise in the morning mist, wings tall on Appaloosa's empathic wrath Regrets ascending gallop to step upon plateau in reach of raven's tail plumose Reborn as Yei to hunt the sky, shed the herds of swifting nimbus A changeling caught within a current writhe, transcending into tempest, high Quelling ages and ages of limitations, let the lightning bolts of redress fly A warrior of the Holy Ones, my tabernacle on mother earth drifting dies But, on painted horse run rising up, a brazen spirit storm comes alive Free amidst the gale, thunderous beats in temporal instrumental As clouds begin to blacken, past native spirits dance ceremonial into tornado Hozoji drums beating round and round, whirlwind roar of nightly chants I, Navajo dreamer stampeding across the azure plains of my once pure native land Recompense only to scourge prejudice away and humble the most of evil men And then stillness, a silent healing song, as forgiveness is a welcome friend Copyright 2012 Micharl G. Smith
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