white
buffelo
clouds
tall
switchgrass
that
tickle
the
ocean blue
sky
but
underneath
the
other
domain
the
wild
prairie plains

a
string
of
ocean
pearls
undulating
pulsating
swirling
through
a
­brickenridge
blue sky
thus
a flock
of
Canadian
wild geese
returning
back home

endless flight
burmese moth
fluttering
around
the
ghostwhite
moon
tonight

i
looked
up
towards
the
heavenly sky
to
see
the
signature of God
etched
upon
the
silver sky
thus
to
write
his
name in gold

love
is
the
fire
inside
your
tender smile
while
the
hidden
desire
rest
inside
your
soul
where
love
tu­rns
dust
into gold

the
black earth
beneath
our
ancestor's feet
are
the
winding
roads
built
by
our
spiritual souls
the
path
is
just beginning
we
do not need
signatures
nor
premission
to
move forward
towards
our destiny
the
roads
beneath
our
ancestor's feet

yes
the
road
is
our
the
inheritance
towards
freedom
to
color our dreams
yet
to
keep
hope
hope alive