Sun

The night

smooth and black.

He comes

with his horse and his

pack of wolves 

at his side.

I have no chance

no choice

So I follow.

The moon

it shines from me 

from my heart

it sings

and I follow.

The dream

it takes me

and I swim

I dance.

I sleep with his wolves

and they keep me warm.

I only hope he will see me 

and glance down

to pat my head

share his bone

and

let me follow him

a little while longer. 

I am the white wolf child

white buffalo calf

woman

air wind

fire

I am.

The sun is rising.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

this didn't read like most of your other stuff, I think.

a lot of stuff about wolves and buffaloes in here.

maybe you were always this mystical.

[RubyOmma]

Yeah, I'm from Montana and we have a lot of Native American influence there... just playing around with the feelings from home. Thanks for the critique!

[Mayank]

I loved it, this one sound like old Persian story, I loved the description - nothing less, nothing more. The imagination is very powerful, I was wondering how did you reach here, clearly one of the best thing I have read so far here.

[R Smith]

This is a quite stunning write, it has beauty in every line and the end is a visual treat, the pictures that come to mind are the stuff of dreams, amazing Ruby thank you :)

[Saddam]

This is quite and beautiful write.
Why you think it is similar, i don't think so. Because every one has something special, You also have beautiful imagination. It is showing by your poetry.
Great read dear poet.

[RubyOmma]

I meant the the falling down and not seeing you are the sun. Then the standing up. We all have that. I just wrote this in my standing up time, and it was hard then even to type. But it is there and true and I give it to you,
Maybe too freely I give things, But it is there.

[Saddam]

Sorry for what happened to you. Yes really its hard I know that. I also have that felling some times ago, but now I am ok. Then ............. Really I got that late dear.