ONE
I would share my blood if I thought it could make a difference,
my sweat and tears, my hard earned years.
The last drop of water in the world
I would share with you.
The vision in my eyes if it was the last time I could see.
The strength in my body if it was all I had left
would be given freely and easily.
The last breath in my lungs,
yours in a song or a final word
or just to take as your own breath.
I'm in your circle
which has no beginning and no end
like a permanent stone on the path,
hard but with no sharp edges.
Sunsets and sunrises come and go,
yet I remain
as grandmother moon so promised.
~"Sung manitu tanka wahste"
©ME
Ambach 3-23-00