My Mind Is Playing Again
My Mind Is Playing Again
I long to ride the sky
On a high ridge drive
Where mountains’ purpling winds
Make haze.
Where smoky blue covers valley curves,
And the cry of natives’ spirits still
Are heard in pow wow from hill to hill
Divining laws.
Where wedding beads and haunting pipes
Dance in ancient summer nights,
I want to remember that never seeing,
But carry deep in my own being.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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