I long to have a powwow inside of your heart.
I see us there: running fast through tall grasses,
Playing Cowboys and Indians on a hot summer day—
Flute music and bird songs echo in the distance
While sweat beads drip down our necks and foreheads.
The air smells of sweetgrass and peppermint
As we play in the dirt with naked feet
And eyes open wide like outreached arms.
Dusk paints our world pink and purple.
Dressed in deer hide and feathers,
I am painted by your fingertips
And the mud clay you made.
My face is illuminated by your smile,
Shining bright like the day’s last sunbeams—
Before the dark night brings our dreams to us.
In twilight, your horse glows white like the clouds
Formed over the tall silver mountains in the West.
Sage smoke swirls around you
In the open field as fireflies
Come to dance in, “closer,” you say to me.
Your words low and deep like
A cello; your heartbeat fast
And steady like an old drum.
Your love is all seasons—
Your love is all climates—
Your love is all directions—
Each element, each flower essence;
Each dream and every vision:
In everything is you and in all things
I am reminded of your intrinsic beauty;
Your nature is the candle’s glow upon my altar.
Your love is the light that guides me
Home to you.
Your strength has been my teacher:
You are all around me;
You exist in all things;
You are always with me—
Ever present in Spirit.
I am grateful for these gifts.
Your energy soothes and enriches
My Soul, like the ocean waves at night;
The color of the stars as they
Shine over land and sea;
The beautiful and delicate
Reflection that is you and me.