Walking the Stars in Beauty
In memoriam Aya Lee Martin, Lakota poet
You are walking the stars now my friend
I can hear you laughing
All the way from there
Smoked and loving rough
There were times I felt
As if you were breaking me
As a horse needs be broken
Learning to manage her strength
Then again, our conversations
Could take galloping flight
Reaching far to freedoms
Only woman hearts know
Aah we were so merciless
About the men we loved
And each others faults
Bragging on our battle scars
Bards make the best warriors
Artists tell only truths
With their fantasy brushes
Painting secrets for literate spirits
I hear the horses swiftly running
Carrying you over the Milky Way
Laughing as you greet spirits
Of yesterday’s mourning cries
Walk the stars in beauty my friend
You taught me to see them everywhere
Dance with hair aflight lightly lovely
Eyes of love laughing at us all
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