Monday, May 21, 2007

"Indian Sky"

When my nap was finished
My first sight in the sky
It was part of my dream
Realizing that mighty warrior
In his austere pose
How ever rough the edges
But still a gentle rose
Many battles had he fought
Travel in the plains
The buffalo hunt sacred
Its spirit commands respect
Asking its forgiveness
For the taking of its life
It understands and responds
Loking upon his oppressors
With mutual respect
Love based on principle
The energy makes its rounds
Once again it shall return
To its own nature within the sounds
All that was taken given reverence
Humble the warrior bows
The greater a man who walks
Upon the land
He is even great in his life
And in his death
If he yields to nature's creations
Every thing that is affixed in place
The steady moving pace
Of a world that turns methodically
Upon the warriors face
You can see his love of creation
In the sweetness of his eyes

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


In the midst of the light
We shall dance together
Although it is just in my mind
There is no tune
But the silence of the moon
Where we might hope to find
That common ground where spirits meet
Until that time is incomplete
I want the stars
As you dance with me
I want the waves
Crashing in the sea
I shall order galaxies to stand silent
Until our time is complete
Come meet me in the sky tonight
I promise to be discreet

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


You are in the middle of the road;
There you sit in the darkness;
I have to come and save you from yourself;
I am old,you are fragile;
I will take you to your sister;
She will thank me and give me a kiss;
I will be sent away promptly;
Resting in the knowledge;
You are no longer in the middle of the road;
I almost forgot to ask you;
How will you repay me for what I have done;
Oh you ask me now what is it I want;
Two things then since you ask;
I would like to see you smile each day;
Look at the moon each night at midnight;
I will do so also,then write me a poem about it;
See? I have asked for more than you can give;
Yes I know I asked for three things;
But what does it matter;
You have no intention of filling my order;
Still I will come to rescue you many times more;
When I look at the moon each midnight;
I will smile for you and write the poem;
Maybe someday you will read them aloud;
It is doubtful that I will ever see your smile though;
Even my poems cannot reach your heart;

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved