Abbi of Bacabi

She left one day, her Kiowa village And stood proudly in the sun Beneath the Tabletop Mountains And walked among the golden sea Of waving grass, fearless and alone Waiting, with keen ears and sacred breath For the setting sun to call her name So that her spirit could cross the great divide No more would she walk Across my night or my day... Except on the wind that touches my face Or the laughter from a child Or perhaps in the song a meadow lark sings And surely in the pleasure of my dreams And in slumber I can rest, knowing full well That her spirit has entered the land of green pastures. Inspired by t.c.cannon and his wonderful artwork