Flight With An Eagle
I feel him close around me
his warmth penetrates
melts my fears and stirs
we lift slowly quietly into the east
flame greets us
fire the first of the five
air the second
pushes against me
seeking entrance into my lungs
fills me with the scents
of a thousand mornings
but none like this
since the dawn of time
below water the third
blue the first created
myriad moods swell reach up
then falls back into itself
sing the songs of Yemaya
he breathes deeply and soars
my arms safe surround
we dive to white caps playing
now earth the fourth
greens to boggle my senses
then brown of camel humped desert
dunes wander nomadic before the winds
buries civilizations exposes ancient bones
sprawling cities insignificant
as we soar again higher and higher still
past the crags of Qomolangma
mother goddess of the earth
his heart beats calmly against my breast
this Eagleman who carries me
as we leave the earth through
mountain corridors ranged like pillars
at the entrance of Valhalla
the world shrinks into a pin dot
poked through a sheet of the blackest before
here the old ones dwell the people of the sky
last is spirit the fifth direction
he has shown me all that is and now
what is to come
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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