Painted Moon

The earth is filled with colors of passion, of time, and memories dug deep, where fossils lay frozen

In my dreams, I have loved many times, as I thirst for touch, to hold captive, fulfilled emotion

Where pleasures never end, as my life hides behind the painted moon, it changes shape and size, fading

My spirit world has sent messages, the secret path of waterfalls, where wild horses drink along the way

To never die, to find the peace in the blue spruce, to know the birds of feather, bring song to another day

Branches of love, roots of faith, planted seedlings, in the ginger soil, as my mothers hands would become red

From the dyes of the clay, from the bread she kneaded, from the pelts of clothes she would sew, with needle made of fish bone

As the dew falls onto the sacred prairie grass, I feel relaxed, as I close my eyes, I paint another picture, and feel the warmth, of hearts embrace

To speak to the sun, the first kiss, leading to the next, we bare children, and we run in the wind, with a bird winged kite

The night fills up with whispers, while midnight hue, becomes silent, as the rain stops, now, the owl rests, by the painted moon, where it all began

As I dream in multicolor, the ecstasy of tomorrow, enlights my inner self, where topaz, chrimson, ivory, ruby, and emeralds taunt my awakening