Tag Archives: cycle of life

Eyes Upon His Wings

The Death Angel stands in repose, eyes upon his wings

blinking open and shut in fluttering waves;

lives going away, lives just coming in.

A bright spring day, almost warm, birds singing,

and the world’s coming alive again, green overcoming grey,

but you aren’t here with me, your favorite season.

Our daughter cries in my arms, hungry or tired, and I try to

soothe her, calm her, promise her the bottle of warm milk,

and a soft song to quiet her pain.

The Smoky Mountains are green and mist covered, still an emerald

against the sapphire crown of the sky, still were dreams, ancient and cool

call me, still were we felt so close to whatever is behind the sky.

Inside, feeding our daughter her warm milk, calming her and quieting her.

A pain overcome with a sweetness, round and round even at the start.

Sorrows come and sweetness washes through, and then washes out.

And that Death Angel’s eyes blink open and shut, lives coming, lives going,

and I still feel you near, and a soft warmth with the ache and loss,

and an eye opened with our daughter’s birth. May it be sweet before that eye


Under The Cool Waters

In the moss and green and wet of the forest,
beneath towering trees and filtered white sun,
by the waters still and cool and deep and dark,
we have come, leaving the weight of us behind.

Pale earth goddess, round and soft and warm
in a blue and white bikini, as we frolic in waters
ancient, chasing a dream and passion just as ancient,
as ancient as the first life to come into the world.

 Under the clear waters, dark hair spreads a crown
and your soft, chubby face is bright and full of light,
and I feel safe under these waters with you, safe
and free, as if you hold all secrets of magic and birth.
 We hold onto each other, shivering and laughing,
your flesh welcoming and calming and I feel again
like I did when all this was new to me, still mysterious.
You close your eyes and kiss my forehead, annoiting me.
 We walk hand in hand back to camp, full of anticipation.
I kiss your cheek, behind your ear, whispers such words.
You giggle and blush and I wrap an arm around you shoulders.
We have left the weight of us behind, for awhile, in the forest.
 And, earth goddess, a life will begin, and the dream goes on.