Dakota

It's four A.M. and
I think of you
as my friend, my love
though long forgotten
by the deep blue sky
in my heart you live
eternally regal, proud
peaceful and as free as
a warm summer breeze
gently swaying tall grass
invisible to my feeble eyes
yet, an ever present caress
my heart, oh my heart
longs for your return
to this barren plain
my soul, my spring
where the sun rises
over a distant hill
and touches earth
Sweet Dakota