Photo Credit:  Philipp Potocnik

The room was filled with an experience diversity

Of native American: I was present, like the young

Girl in the mural: The shade of my face was somewhat

Like walnut—natural pecan: I paint her picture

Standing strong, staring at the ocean:

Taking time, as she dream alone: She knows

Some live in a fantasy land: She is like the image

Of the great moon, the rising sun:

The room was filled with Native American,

Still, she did not meet her gracious love,

The conventional one and it was late

In the evening, past noon but like her, I continues

To paint, smile and pretend, he was holding my hand.

Empress Journee