in solitude
I am a man
a prayer to the dragonfly moon
tattooed heart wrapped in the poetry of the night
her brushstrokes against the soul
the call of the coyote reverberating
the spirit
reflective indigo pools
contemplative sanctuary
this eternal breath
of lucid clarity
my dream
awakening ...
and my hand rose to the morning sun
and a feather fell from the totem sky
and I listened to a yes
within the redhawk's cry
as I rest upon the white sands
and I listened to the wind find her wings
and I felt it ...
love
flowing through me
as I remembered
every smile
every heart break
upon her sacred face
we knew that love was never a possession
to wrap in gold
or bind in oath
but to simply be
in appreciation of
the gift
and when the Sun drifts over the western peaks
I will draw close to this primal flame
and pause under the lullaby moon
in solitude
I am human
I will dream
I will love
Copyright 2012 Robin Christopher Amaral