The Loom of Wishes

Tall grass strewn
With the carcasses
Of a million buffalo;
Barren prairie littered
With the blood
Of as many of my brothers;
All before my time,
And always in my thoughts;
Like a ghost
That beckons me
To remember,
To tell my vision,
Lest it pass
Away forever.

Courage for standing
Outside the shadows
Cast by the familiar;
Spirit for ascending
Above the clouds
Which keep the common from light;
Now within my present,
And ever in my power;
I, the ghost
Who beckons heirs
To remember,
To seek their dreams,
Lest they hide
Within the mist.

Hal Maples 4/20/93 ©