Last breath of the night
holds the sea in a black cloak,
we rise dragging strings
of sleep from our elbows
and feet.
I climb down the ladder
from the loft and fumble
for clothes while two women
wait at the door, ready.
We enter the salt air.
holds the sea in a black cloak,
we rise dragging strings
of sleep from our elbows
and feet.
I climb down the ladder
from the loft and fumble
for clothes while two women
wait at the door, ready.
We enter the salt air.
The young breeze lifts limbs
on father's tree. We walk
down the dirt road together
and above our heads
the eagles sing and call.
Are they greeting the trailon father's tree. We walk
down the dirt road together
and above our heads
the eagles sing and call.
One mate calls to the other
who calls back and the notes
fly and fill our sky.
The vibration enters my heart
and all my veins and turns
them gold like the sun
so it seems like streamers
entering and decorating
cells with love
of the earth,
dedications
from eagles
to the sun and the sky.
c2011 T.L.Stokes (all rights reserved)
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