the west wind

February 16, 2007

My lady is a huntress
who rides the western winds,
across the seas and oceans
then down to desert springs.

She rides into the sunrise
to hunt for grounded souls,
and though their wings are broken
my lady makes them whole.

Her lover is the moon king
who rules the constant tides,
his grey eyes watch from over
the sea, the wind and sky.

My lady comes to rest soon,
soft soles on jealous earth,
but she was never mistress
to those who crawl in dirt –

she’ll rise on sultry zephyrs
as warm as a caress,
though mortals cool their heartsblood
before they share her breath.

She shears dull flesh from rising:
a wake of caged birds fly.
My lady sleeps with moonbeams;
she dreams the western sky.


One Response to “the west wind”

  1. Jason said

    your imagery is inviting. i enjoyed the pace. well done.

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