Cherokee Princess

ID: 1409559   (Rated: 13+) Blue Dreaming  All of my poetry ... by Cissy-

Here she stands tall but she is gone,
She is lost, but her spirit found.
What was in dark, now seize the dawn,
this is her soul she stands her ground.

The shadow is white at her side,
with loyalty, she finds the path.
Together they stand with great pride,
protecting her in loving bath.

In through the blue, the guiding white;
the dark dotted with bright shining stars.
A princess smiles through the night,
told in spirit the time is ours.

Royal band adorns the raven
that glides softly over the blue.
Blanketed in her forest haven,
smiling and secure in what's true.

She is Cherokee and is proud,
of royal blood, her courage seen.
Lost soul and lost nation heard loud,
spirits guide the princess' being.

Beauty radiates through the dark,
seen by wolves and white birch trees.
The time rings with a gentle spark,
as a princess bends to her knees.

Smudges and stains of a past life
warmth and comfort seen in the bright.
Out of he caves out of the strife
into the place where all is right. 

She is Cherokee and is proud,
she is knowing, gentle and soft.
She has weathered the darkest cloud,
guiding spirits her soul aloft.


James L Finley
June 2, 2008