For distant as their name..

For the true Americans of our land. May they always soar!

 

 

The moon, so large and bright,
guides me as I wander upon this foreign land.
My form..
A shell for all to see..
My apathy...

For deep within is my true self..
For all mankind..
Eyes to look upon when tired of all others around.

Silently my feet move..
I look down at the clay beneath..
Stained a dark rusted hue..
Yet I forge ahead..

Towards the inner light from a place distant, yet far.
My homeland of many moons;
of times when my people roamed this land..
Their calls sounding out through the darkness of velvet..

Surreal those days..
Nights made of heaven;
looking down, her smile so bright..
Where warriors grassed the trees so tall;
ran within the wind so proud..

Yet fell without a sound of whimper.
For none would they allow..

I close my eyes and see them...
Their darkened skin gleaming in the moons heavenly glow.
Arms spread like an eagle's wings..

They worship the stars, moon, all above..
With love and understanding..
Moments of pure peace they feel;
one with the earth..
The soil beneath their very feet..

Proud...Forever in my mind...
My heart...

Visions I shall carry on;
for my children..
Theirs to do the same...

My people, I whisper...

Then... Softly weep..

For long gone..
Never to be the same...

For nevermore...

For distant as their name...

 

Author's Note

Pic courtesy by By Katherine-Jocelyn_Phillips

Reviews

[Art]

Your thoughts are enveloped forever within the names of those who have long been carried to the Heavens .... of a people who lived with a pride knowing they will be etched within the very Soul of this Earth...an enjoyable view...an enjoyable read...and enjoyable acceptance of things are how they should be...nice work Mag...

[~Death Is The Key~]

i love it

[Morning Star]

Simply breathtaking beauty wisdom in every line of this magnificently
It touched me so deeply
I will never forget what my friend once said his from the Blackfoot
we are one with Mother Earth
Beautiful rendering of truth sadness
My heart aches for their pain that they suffered,
i think you should write a book

[Calypso]

Just amazing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many Native Americans are here. They need to revive their hope and spirit. In 2002 the Native Americans were given the right to worship in their way and could speak their native language in public. That is a sad fact. I pray the Native Americans can lead the way in the protection of the water, sky and the earth. A powerful poem with a strong story.
Coyote

[Desert Dreamer]

"Never to be the same..." Your words hold truth and yet there is hope. It is possible to remember our ancestors and find a way to return to a culture that is almost forgotten. These last few weeks I have been remembering those almost forgotten stories and teachings I heard as a child. Our homeland is still here and alive...beautiful poem and music.

[Valentine]

I can feel your feelings for the American Indians as I feel much the same as I watch the outbreaks now all around Isreal...my mom.s native homeland..Kathie

[Tina Kline]

Very sad, the changing of the times, good for some but not so good or others. Always the march forward, many get trampled in the name of progress. A very outstanding write.

[KAREN]

So sad, but nevertheless an excellent read! The music goes well too!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a heartbreaking poem. It is a testament to the destructive
powers of man's heart when deprived of compassion.

Very Heavy.