My Indian Vision

Indian woman from the territories long ago you no longer walk Mother Earth Did the wind whisk you away? I feel your spirit rising up in me my Chickasaw blood blisters from within... I have lost my way once, I saw you in a vision your long ebony hair blowing riding the pinto pony covered with the red painted hands... you wore no moccasins only your leather garment no saddle for your horse... the horse's mane, your reins the weapon you carried sought a mark to enter I wanted to travel with you to ride far into the hills and hide live alongside you in the old ways my dreams come in ripples through my mind’s eye Indian woman, I yearn for you