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Green-winged sight

 

Born of sea-

 

Water, boundless.

 

A sun’s ray,

 

True,

 

Wind of sands.

 

To see the graceful stone-lit lands

 

Beyond the grumbling darkness,

 

To find the moon who spoke

 

Beyond the black, billowing smoke,

 

To never turn away,

 

To ride,

 

Through the night

 

Until the geese call in the first light,

 

To dance

 

In the unsung mystery

 

Of juniper trees that bend

 

Atop the cliffs, harrowing,

 

By the wandering sea

 

Of green translucence,

 

To walk on through storms that whip,

 

That wend

 

Their way along the mountain tip,

 

To go

 

Straight into the wind’s breath

 

Of the tiger’s night,

 

Into the widening

 

Jaws of death,

 

Into the mist,

 

Of the blue

 

Dawn at the farthest

 

Edge of the forest,

 

Before time awoke

 

Is ever to follow

 

The son of the wind, unfaltering,

 

Into the brave beauty

 

Of his song, unending,

 

Swan-bright.

 

© Sharon St Joan, September 2016

 

Photo: © Matabum / dreamtime.com