Taste the light amber of honey glowing within fairies spreading star dust reflections gentle in wonder, send me to answer her molten lake of secrets unfolding. In these whispers of garden sight I see her winking with firefly lashes. Her eyes emeralds green in ache teased by the mystic place masterfully eternal enchanting the spell bound dark flower. Her gliding wings flirting slippery in dizzy romance to a visitor of celestial streams falling together face upon face. What heat forming mars turns the fighting shrew loose upon the ravens cry while the dove so frail feels with awe. She sings so I must hear her song of echoes deep from strawberry blush covered lips swelling to the drifting edges of once more. Her mockingbird laugh betrays the rebel yell under attack falling in tides shored near love and why under the moon dance limitless with such release enraged far from pain embracing? Challenged, the starwinged adventurer unleashed cavernous storms with her body moving in more than tales of kissing light. Her taste of fate whistling to the corners of rainbow archways come begging love gold and delightful in a weary potion dipped by fingers of hunger. What sight I see in silver glances brushed by and by imitating angels wings yet stubborn never lifting her veil of night. Image of ecstacy dancing as dreamers drunk in beauty laid in service to sacrifice upon the alter of touching rumor. Caterpillars turned butterflies sit with her alone feeding grapes starving for the designed feast of his riddled sight. Their whispering words composed in paints slipping to venus her bed. Together on the bare bones of a mornings window weeping joyful tears in a blue haze to beckon more magic from a fairies magical gaze, these are sacred ways and no more are the empty moments as hearts falling to pieces. Bring forth the radiant feathered crown and the sword to serenade mortals who fear so much. Branded consuming morsels her spell never ceases. Merciful is freedom held ransom to drea
Mother Earth, thank you for this life I now share with others. I understand your teachings are to guide my strength and to spread the heart of love to all I encounter. I have indeed listened to your message and witnessed truth by your own walk in beauty. Your nature is not taken for granted by my sight or by my means to life. I have found by your song life that there is No greater gift to be found within myself, than to be thankful to my own higher power for the journies your voice of nature has led me by abilities to dwell upon this Sacred Ground I share. It is our choice to take the path for the Greater good but, more than that, it is our ultimate responsibility to protect Our Mother Earth and all that dwells upon Her. All Love all ways, Kicking Bear Barry The Eccentric Poet http://kicking-bear-barry.fineartamerica.com/
Our native footprints are engraved ancient within the stone pathway along the canyon walls. Our flute songs are healing red clay murderd in the stone mountains penetrating the new yawn within the smoke of our sacred fire. The prayer filled stillness of these deerskin covered feet annoint the heartbeat of visions deep within the waterfalls of all vitality. I see you here gazing into the wild forest wearing the scented oil. An oath spoken in rain droplets revolve and shine fervent as the perfect window of love and peace. Water blessings are falling into spring life calling. What pleasure it is to witness your opening of the hallowed veil of passion. What perennial fruit is born in kindness to feel your expressions in dreams unfrozen by the long winded tundra? Loose us vibrant into the howling universe as the divine offering in a summer wind. Feel me wanting nothing more than springtide pedals unfolding our salvation. I whisper secret thoughts of you weaved by gentle flowers blossoming near the crystal cave. Aware of the summit view milked by grace as a miracle in cosmic beauty we land brave and sure to love again. Undressed green pedicel, I am cured here in the rooted valley of sweetness. It is I who is speaking and held tender by the tall turf swayed by this moment of splendor. My heartbreak captured foolish by natures awe. Will you come to the pond of pine poking at the paws imprint and reflect upon all we saw? Will you drink with me while we feed from the wild berries choked back by thorns? May we kneel wide awake looking skyward. What labor of love forgives our intrusion upon this land not ours. May it heal in time.
All Love, Protect The Wild Things !! Kicking Bear Barry
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