Apache Love

Dark clouds roll by in the Chiricahua sky.
Isolated storm of guilt and whiskey in my forecast tonight
Pouring memories of
Apache love.

Crying coyote calls
On howling winds are lost.
Shaman song played on my six-string echoes on deaf canyon walls
Mourning memories of
Apache love.

Ghost in my head
Your face painted red.
Rising from the ashes of my half-smoked cigarette
Burning memories of
Apache love

Your drumbeat fades
In amber waves of pain.
Sound of my surrender to the choice I’m forced to make
Defending memories of
Apache love.
Memories of Apache love.

Dark clouds roll by
In the Chiricahua sky.

*Inspired by my visit to Chiricahua National Monument where I developed an interest in Apache culture and Geronimo’s story.