Too deep the longing moans
In velvet dark
cold stars burning Too strong the leaping heart beats a tattoo blood ink sinking
Too long the shaking begins Memories, fire and stone They won’t let go
I open myself to the blade of grass, the teardrop of water, the grain of sand and hear the tales of reflection and change - the compelling voice of shadows and death. It pulls me down into the deep pattern of beginnings.
Watery streams gulp whale song. Its resonance gathers the collective embrace of every living, organism’s promise and rises in vapour. Air balloons travel cross our vast globe and absorb the tenure of sun; annotate years.
There is a desert inside me - shifting dunes of red and gold that sparkle white bleached bones. They speak of rivers that once cascaded ancient memories, ones folded into the fabric of what was and wait only the breath of awareness.
Desert Song
Ambrosia
Cosmos
OCEAN Blue jewel from space You cradle the life-force of humanity;
Our past a rolling current of discovery. Your waves brought the jigsaw, the people map to our rugged coastline. A conundrum made whole over time Like the wash of sea layering Fossils and shells.
You are the island home Of coral reefs, bright healing potential keeping colour pristine; blue-green grace, waiting To emulsify our tension in your deep salvation.
Lovers in Twilight
Like a thousand crashes of the ocean Sculpturing rocks into shapes Both smooth and jagged, Clean and ancient, So does our love Leave a transmutable gift.
Harlequin Nights
Witching Hour
Diana Whiley www.eltieradesigns.com