Down and Out

The girl danced barefoot in the meadow
and knew that the grass
enjoyed the stroking as much as she.
Down came the silt with the floods of spring.
Down came the stalks of last year's growth.
Down spread the roots of the summer thistle.
Down lined the nest in the matted rush.
Down came the veil of self-deceit.
Down came the rain of pure rebirth.
Oh, come down, down to me.

He wiggled his toes at the point of ebbing surf,
caught in a guessing game
bound to the pulse of the moon.
Out went the churning foam,
now fresh with a trickle from the mountain stream.
Out went the compressed sand
seeking balance with stretch of beach.
Out flew the shadow from the pinnacled stone.
Out went the blistering heat from his uncapped brow.
Out went the anger from his eyes.
Oh, out, out goes the anguish from me.

They hopped the shaky rocks beneath the cataract,
a feat that cannot be done alone.
Up rose the blinding mist from the crashing spray.
Up smashed the roar of defiant escape.
Up drifted the heady scent of waving fern and hidden moss.
Up swelled the yearning in their youthful hearts.
Oh, up, up is my need for you.

They lay silent in the speckled
patches of sunlight allowed
by the swaying branches
of the cedar canopy above.
Through came the shafts of golden delight
to caress her swelling breast.
Through came the tender breeze
to cool the ardor of aching limbs.
Through filtered the song of birds
and fairies and pixie prance.
Through came the throbbing beat
of Mother Earth 'neath the needled carpet.
Through came the gift
of the Great Spirit near by.

Oh, all through,
and new is my love for you.

faucon of Sakin'el