Mitakuye Oyasin

In the winter of a life

Oft borne by bitter strife

A man ponders who he was.

 

Battles fought, victories won

Children born, he lost a son

Continued he the cause.

 

Final thoughts, soon at hand

No new trails span the land,

He waits, he remembers.

 

“What was I?”, his plaintive plea

“Where eternal shall I be?”

Challenges now but lasting embers.

 

Spirit adrift in serene repose

New visions emerge as eyes do close

Ghosts of the Plains come to greet.

 

Two-leggeds and four dispel the mist,

Relations of all that sun hath kissed

Now comes the time, he lived to be.

 

One with all – Mitakuye Oyasin!

Free at Last.

My soul doth lie in shadows deep,

Mourn as I must midst castle keep.

What matter my hue?

I cry to so few?

Does my tint of abyss

Deny me love’s kiss?

Would that I know

Great affections to flow,

My soul afire

A heart’s desire,

But born as I am

Slave did they damn

No matter my tone

I shall die here alone.

Free at last.