the eagle soars into turquoise and indigo
catching gold on white tipped feathers
in cadence of wind and stillness
singing an swooping with currents and storms
aline, the far-seer, sky dancer.
sun fire dips down to serpentine underwold
and eagle descends on rose and mauve and amber light
to an eyrie for night's long dream

head curved under wings
eagle encircled in sleep
reflecting early kinship
with those scaled and coiled beings
who swallow the sun in their tangled trap
while the lost world waits in darkness an dream;
and in dreamworld gods an goddesses
beat the pulse of prayer
dancing near smaller fires
drumming towards greater light
creating songs from cries of loss
fanning the glowing ember of heart
praising color:
green of growth, gold of maize
soft rich browns of deer and earth
rainbow prisms of mist and sun
and riotous spring anemonies
tangerine and aienna of autumn's burnt lemon death
after summer's blue heat
and the white quiet in the center
of winter's stillness

and as hope begins to flicker
in the endless dark tunnel of night
eagle dreams stir
and in sleep awaken shadow-winged predator spirits
who dive for us all
into alien elements
fathomless seas of cobalt an black
dive through the surface
along watery cresentsof moon's mirrored image
downward liquid spiral journey
and now is our need for eagle's sharp vision:
glimpse of turbulence below
dark shapes massing and and twisting
in volcanic force the sun is caught
by serpents jealous and frenzied in battle
surround the light;
beak an talon curved
wings pull against the tidal vortex
moving with but not surrendering
to that power
and they strike

for an endless moment hearts stop in their sleep
drums do not beat
as feathers, coils, silver fangs and claws
embrace in the death of our dreams;
and in that moment the sun is freed
and begins to float luminous
towards that thin membrane where sea and sky meet
leaving an image of frozen fury far below
and finally, bursting through
with the sound of silence and color
dawn is borne up on wings of light

life stirs
light stirs us all
and an eagle stirs towards the sun
on the sighs of our awakening...