Sunday, November 8, 2009

neon moons

                 visions of a power source in white robes

                 like missions along the sea board shores

                 stand out in my view turning ermine skins

                 wraped careful around a branch of sacred reunion

                 songs in grace brace for the new light dreams

                 coming on the gallop of apaloosa spot teams

                 dust swirled around into a voice taking shape

                 it went higher and higher as the colors escaped

                 the smoke from a fire joined in it's other place

                 eagle shade made an impression on my eye

                 the smoke met the shade and joined into the dust

                 still flowing higher in other forms of other beings

                 greens and purples turning through a magic scene

                 they pulled at my stomach like the moon on the earth

                 sailing from the work starving stones left behind

                 I wailed into the song something racing forward

                 using soil under barefeet as a coil connection

                 when a bear dream danced through me

                 he breathed loud and clear blue neon moons

                 as the sun joined the early morning star

                 I awoke with them holding my heart