I dreamt I went to my own funeral
but
no one else was there
Gored by a Blue Buffalo
I'd died looking up into a prairie sky
feeling very little pain
but wondering
how did I get here...
songs were playing
older favorites
which I no longer recognized
those
whose words and melodies
had, at one time. had great poetry
and depth of feeling for me
the wind rose and blew steadily through
the tall tall grass
it seemed silent
but not silence, itself
blue and yellow butterflies
floated over and above me
making a gradual path
to the gathering clouds
the air danced with the perfume
of wild prairie roses
while the tall grasses rustled
murmuring:
"hush..."
and then a large blue-bearded face
drew near me
and looked down into my half-masted eyes
pulling myself up by His Long Blue Beard,
I began walking with The Buffalo,
no longer limping
(my cane cast aside...)
I turned to Him and asked
Him (in my mind)
"Sacred Blue Buffalo..
Why Are You Blue?"
He answered my question
His Heart Speaking To Mine:
"What Color Are Your Eyes?"
"Blue blue my eyes are blue... "
I sang to him in my sturdy alto voice
as He nodded
I grabbed His Long Blue Beard
and then We began
steadily walking
hand in beard....
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