Iroquois Cry

i was talking to your bones

the sun wasn't shining none.

you found me talking to your bones

and you made the sun shine on me

then

i saw you standing behind me in my shadow in the grass

"don't cry white cloud- I will see you again"

and i dreamt i was in africa

a place filled with sky, land, sweat and dust-

and the sun wasn't shining none.

round a fire drums played heartbeats

and deep, painful belly songs

my voice cried out searching for you

my song to you

and all my sadness escaped into the dark

and i awoke with dirt under my nails

from trying to dig you up...

and you made the sun shine on me
~michelle 
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(i wrote this after my dad died. was thinking about him and wanted to repost)