"Awakening Dream"

"Awakening Dream"
 
I awoke to find myself holding new born poems in my arms
Not unlike a parent cradling a child. 
They whispered stories under my chin  
I felt their warm breath on my throat.
 
Each poem a song chanted from before days counting
yearning to be sung once more. 
Full of life straining to be heard in the ears of men, like  
A bull's neck strains when confined in a rodeo chute.
 
They hold their own visions of life as a poem
when Turquoise painted men with red eyes strode across  
snow dusted playas. 
Telling of a time when visions become the reality  
opening and unfolding Lotus  
petals in a mornings garden.
 
Chanting those moments when despair seems to be our soul mate
opening our hearts to Badger's jaws. 
Those are the times when poetry saves  
when it redeems us from having to live in darkness.
 
In-nakedness truth,  
In-truth purity  
In-purity beauty  
In-beauty lies poetry
 
Waking with visions laying on my chest  
telling me life is always in the moment. 
These poems whisper to me  poetry is not defined by rules
Anymore than a sun rise is...
 
For my visions I have paid my sacrifice of blood
Like a Spring time lamb I have been cut away
from my mother earth 
Now able to fly above my native land with Raven's eyes
I see paths taken by the living and the dead.
 
Clutching my visions  
my songs  
my poems to my chest
each a child of my birthing 
Every song has a time to be sung
I await those moments to set them free.
 
-DS Baker