Remembering the fireplace, its sacreness. |
I remember Sitting in front of the fireplace Consumed by medicine Motionless Lost in the moment Between holiness and reality. From the dirt swiveled between my moccasins To the flying sparks of the fire I remember The songs, How prayers were howled And tears that were engulfed in the smoke. Salvation Was the primary force behind each shadow That danced to the water drum And That chanted with the earth. And it was my reflection I saw. Dancing across the untamed skies Intertwined with the crows Disguised, swirling Disappearing in the clouds That rumbles Rapidly like the buffalo. I remember my reflection. Against the canvas cover Shielding all thoughts From negativity And closing my eyes Unwilling To accept the sacred. I remember the morning water. Glistening atop the teepee Glittering within the thirsty fire. Deliverance Had me intertwined that morning As I began singing, praying Crying. It was reality that brought to my attention That you were no longer here With us, against me But your memory weighs heavily On my turquoise, silver beliefs. I remember. Oh how I remember A distant moon Your alter. |