feathers in his
hair
he stands proud
in sunlight
dances in
moonlight
drumbeat,
heartbeat
he rides the
wind
honours the rain
kneels before
fire
the earth is his
mother
heartbeat,
drumbeat
the children
laugh
the elders smile
peacekeeper,
nightwalker
he is the wolf
ever watchful
over them
as spirit guides
watch over him
he
fights not to be conquered
I always love when a poem pops up on your blog. I am often comforted by the imagery and the essence. In this case, I forgot I was at my chaotic work desk and got lost in the serene peacefulness and eased by the native drum beating where my heart usually is. So lovely.
ReplyDeleteI'm always surprised, lol. This one emerged from a mist. Not sure why it came as a poem but as always, I'm honoured when you like my lame attempts to be a poet.
DeleteThis brought me the peaceful centre I have been longing for today. With Gratitude...
ReplyDelete<3, dear one.
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