Jay Loveless Poet Free verse

What I Am

I am just a figment of your mind,
You create me, and perfect me,
I become your every dream.
I am just a wind that is passing bye,
I carry no emotions, only stories,
That my Ancestors whisper to me.
I come and I speak,
Like the White Buffalo of our tales,
Here and then gone.
I lend my essence to heal, 
As the rain does for the land,
Though I could easily destroy. 
I am just an image in the smoke,
Dancing as the [Ga lv quo di] pipe,
is passed from one to another. 
I am just the beat of the drum,
The call in the night,
As you dance around the fire.
I am just the feather of the Eagle,
And that is all that will be left of me,
A memory of a dream.

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Justin Bordner September 4, 2012 at 2:06 PM Clearly unadulterated inspiration in this masterpiece Jay - figments in aggregate can make things complete, seperately these figments may be powerful enough to move the nature of those things - what would the White Buffalo be without the prarrie of the heart to roam & feed on - that fire's warmth lingers long after the wet smoke flys away my friend - with respect - J.A.B. % pure metaphors, simply pure!

Anne-Lise Andresen September 4, 2012 at 10:04 AM Jay, you have written a really good poem. You are you and I am me .... so well that we are not all equal. Have a nice afternoon. oxox love Anne-Lise :)