Moonspeaker
I stand
My Staff
Clenched tightly in my hand
The wind swirls
Blowing the clouds
Across the face
Of the growing moon.
My cloak whips in the wind.
I stand still
Waiting for the right moment
The moon needs
To be full
To make the speaking right.
The thoughts
Clamor around
Inside my mind
Waiting, ready
In my mind
Ready to be spoken
And all things be made right
Finally the moon shadows
Fall over me
It has arisen
Full and golden.
I open my mouth
and speak
The words that will make
All things right.
......Jan Tallevast
Echoes
Across the prairie plains
Spectres of ancient warriors
Dancing - leaping to drums' refrains
The echoes of once long past
Flow through mind's hearing
Telling the stories of long ago
Before a nation's erring
For what was then
Is now no more
Memories of things once true
All now behind closed door
A once tall and proud people
Wild prairies grassy tides did roam
Once a great nation, now forsaken
Traveling the plains, once their home
Freedom ways only a dim dark memory
Now moved to the reservation to dwell
For them and all their children to stay
White man says "You should do well
We to you are granting this land
And are newcomers here to this heaven
So you must give to us your home
It's on a reservation you will be living"
Plains once rich with all earth's bounty
Now houses stand far as eyes can see
Winds blowing, whispering, moaning
Mourning for all that once used to be
Winds blowing, whispering, moaning.
......Jan Tallevast