Candles of my Mind

Each corner of my mind is a light of bright memory of the past

And each flame of color one that blends with another it lasts

Until one day it becomes smaller a tiny echo of a dream once again burnt out

Each candle of my mind is the gift of creation imagination intuition inspiration

Telling me about myself and others the knowledge of learning and aging

Of the mind it thrives and it speaks to my hands as I make this model of clay

I will turn it into a bowl or shape it into a vase to drink and to share the man

And woman of our native lands we have many candles of our mind they shine

Through the mountains and echo through the trees in the breeze they energize

Our desire to build a flame and keep it strong let our minds not die out but reborn

They will be in spirit life with the candles of the earth we live through the light

Of our limbs and branches of the forests we see through and the power of the sun

Lights our souls as we walk the paths our minds take us to this place called our home