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.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
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