Where we will carve our names

Soul Mates by Canadian artist Maxine Noel.        

She signs her artwork with Sioux name Ioyan Mani, which translates to "Walk Beyond".

With my four eagle feathers,
       I stir the air and fly to your hand

Bare of rings & ink, you seed my footpath
      salt & foam, as far as my raven's eyes can catch-    

A pair of seagulls circle eight times
       above us, wingtips white as falling snow

The yellowed river whispers songs
       of our mothers, we cradle them as precious stones

Native drums beat & shatter the evening
       crimson and lush as your skin, soft as knotted leaves  

An owl hoots, we hear the northern winds keel
     and rise its mast towards the blue ice-mountains

A cry from a distant coyote pierces sharp as my spear,
     then night wraps us silk-warm as crackling firewood- 
     
The wind rustles restful & plump as blackberries
    your face is silvered lake, stardrop & ebbing waves-  

Reach for me like a spring bud to rain,
     Pull me under your fur, shivering for your touch-  

I will be the soft sands & sturdy bark you call home
     I will bear our names in the deep belly of the mighty tree

The thick-green forest hears our words &
     loops our rib bones under one skin, one spirit dance-

Let's climb the skies together -
      Let's feast with the candles melting like the moon -   


Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub - Happy Anniversary and cheers for more ~ I am vacationing in British Columbia and may be slow (but surely) in returning visits ~  I am enjoying the scenery and basking myself in the local arts.