Poetry

Forever, Sky

I was lost in flatlands where the buffalo once roamed —
The Plains the Cree call Home —
And it was then that I watched my spirit soar.

Ravenous,
A desire to be free moved through me;
“Wildflowers,”
I thought,
“My heart belongs to thee!”

So cupped in my hand,
I held an ancestral past,
Wanting –
Nay, Desiring! –
This moment eternal would last.

“And would I cleanse my soul in your naked waters,”
I said, facing the Lakes on the West, a forgotten past to the East,
“Desire run free, Become The Valley!”

It was then that I flew out of my body,
Wings emanating like wild fires,
Taking me well beyond my sorrow and pine,
I gave a kiss to the Forever Sky

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