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The Sun Worshipper
I can hardly fathom the anguish the American Indians undertook when
they were forced out of their homeland, and as they travel the Trail of Tears.
And no pain could be even more unbearable than losing a loved one. This short
poem is dedicated to Princess Otahki, whose story captured my attention, and to
the rest of the forgotten or untold stories of love and lovers. "Wado"
for your memories...
across desolate fields I walked
and rivers I crossed
over mountain of memories of my sole lover
above me soars an eagle of hope
that seemed to have long forgotten the warmth of the sun
I am the sun worshipper
but unlike the eagle which at the moment is enjoying the embrace of its loved
one
I used to chant my prayers of love to the one I worship
although the prayers remained in my heart
it is the one I worship who has abandoned me
the strength of the canyons has been the beacon of my desires
for belongingness, once more to my lover
but now they were eroded by the river of tears
flowing through my eyes of solitude
I am in pain as I pass through the white fields and valley
filled with the thorns of her shadow
but I try to endure as long as her image remains in my vision
and as long as the hopes of her return remain
afloat the wind blowing with the sound of her whispers
I am in love; I am in pain
but the love will remain and the pain will subside
the farther my love for her takes me
I am her worshipper
and she is the only one my heart will ever worship
2003
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