EternalHunter
08-18-2005, 01:28 AM
I held my breath
as I watched you
wander that dream world desert
sifting gold from
tawny sand,
swirling your fluent hand
through the eddies
made by the foot prints
of lizard and coyote.
I waited
for you to discern
my tracks from those
of the nibbling brush deer,
my padding path
across your memory.
And soon a tool of bone
inlaid with soft turquoise
finds your fingertips.
It is etched with
stories of cyclic clouds
and there is a great wave
of blankness for
the time the waters
last came to me.
My vision set you
in the singing sand
where you began to
hum with the vibration.
Painted on a cave wall in tones
of red I rode
the trance of the ancients.
They said when the
tingling of two
rises through Hesper's
haze and drifts
past the dog star
silently howling to
it's desert brothers
then, this melding
of melting singularity
merges to form one tree
with roots stronger
than time, reaching
down into the tears
of the earth to pull up
water in the dryest times.
What a strange, strange
world you spoke to me--
rustling voice through
crackling leaves.
I will make an offering
of sandalwood at
the trunk of this tree
just as the first rays
of morning break over
the eyes of the horizon.
as I watched you
wander that dream world desert
sifting gold from
tawny sand,
swirling your fluent hand
through the eddies
made by the foot prints
of lizard and coyote.
I waited
for you to discern
my tracks from those
of the nibbling brush deer,
my padding path
across your memory.
And soon a tool of bone
inlaid with soft turquoise
finds your fingertips.
It is etched with
stories of cyclic clouds
and there is a great wave
of blankness for
the time the waters
last came to me.
My vision set you
in the singing sand
where you began to
hum with the vibration.
Painted on a cave wall in tones
of red I rode
the trance of the ancients.
They said when the
tingling of two
rises through Hesper's
haze and drifts
past the dog star
silently howling to
it's desert brothers
then, this melding
of melting singularity
merges to form one tree
with roots stronger
than time, reaching
down into the tears
of the earth to pull up
water in the dryest times.
What a strange, strange
world you spoke to me--
rustling voice through
crackling leaves.
I will make an offering
of sandalwood at
the trunk of this tree
just as the first rays
of morning break over
the eyes of the horizon.