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...