Like sunbeams blasted from the heavens
She was beamed to my side
From previous everglades and streams
Her lifeline injected into my bloodstream
I was desperate and in danger of collapse
From obscurity to sunshine
her eyes opened mine and her words soothed me
She had returned, My Only True Outlet!
She was my Indian Queen
Native in thought and in Spirit
She showered me with blessings
She wore patience in her headdress
She donned wisdom in her tapered skin
Molded by the sun
she pampered the mountain tops
Immersed in Angels Falls she wept
The land rewarded her
And gave her laughter and joy
She was my Indian Queen
Fertile and free
Old and new
Prosperous and humble
My tears for her will turn to diamonds
for the ground on which they fall shall nurture
She was My Only True Outlet
And now, I must let her go!
Run, my angel, run free!
Take to the sky, like an osprey in search of prey
Take to the sky and watch me from above
seize with you all my pain
and set it up upon the Crescent Moon
For tonight, I shall die
Though my flesh will still remain!
Run, my dear, run free!
Spring into the valleys
With your virgin smile
For tonight I shall die
Perhaps one day
we shall fall in love yet again!
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I thought it may be about Gina for a second as well! ha ha. But, somehow, I think it may not be about a person at all... hmmm...
I hear my ancestors calling me.. I see the nature of life as it was. The revelence of all things as one in nature. Hard to put into words.
I feel them leaving me... or did I leave them? My life will never be the same... everything from this point is like death, dreary and bleak. No color, no life, no spirit.
But the memory of this place calls me... perhaps I will return one day.
Back to my native roots. Back to the Mother of my ancestors... the Native Queen.
But.... this is just how I see it. I don't need an explaination! I can make up my own.. let the words absorb into my soul.
Miss you all!
Debbie
Very nice I must say, I guess you know I thought it was about me, but even though it is not I got the message anyway. I have missed you and everyone else as well, I will be comming home soon, only time will tell, see you later, it may be sooner than you think. Good write Roger very inspiring
Like so many times before, Roger, I don't understand what you are saying, but I sure like the way you say it. I always think that poetry should be clear and understandable, but I'm probably wrong. Maybe the clarity would just make it boring. Your's is not boring. I have read this over numerous times, enjoyed it each time, but still don't understand it.
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