She pads her way
Surefooted and steady
To the remote mountainous apogee
That is her ultimate goal.
Gratefully she ignores
Shadowy attempts to vex her resolve
For her path is radiated
By the full moon
Head held high, keen nose questing
The subtle clues carried by the wind
She pauses and stares
Over the land spread below
She has no need to seek redemption
From the sophists and global alarmists
For her essence is one of strength
And her intuition born of wisdom.
Standing proud on four furry pillars
She lifts her head towards the moon
And from her throat pours forth
The ancient veneration of her kind
AAAaaaAAAARRROOOOOOOOooooOOOOOOO!
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you sang
the twelve days of christmas
much to my delight
then we danced
ring around the blue spruce
with the tiny multi colored lights
I loved your color coordination
as I watched you hang
the shiny globes with care
you smiled your indulgence when I added
the snowflake ornaments from Dollar Tree
tiny red velvet bows completed the ensemble
the silver garland sparkled so prettily
nestled amongst the branches
the star at the top blinked merrily
as we wrapped arms around each other
we inhaled of the fresh pine scent
and shared coffee flavored kisses
as we gazed with happiness and pride
at our first Christmas tree.
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Under the stoic glare of the sun goddess
A golden winged eagle soars
Chasing and riding the air drafts
Echoing of vaticinated dreams
This solitary flight a symbolism
Of hope and wistful yearning
Yet also tempered by a resource
Of inner wisdom and patience
A tangible thirst for diversity
And the knowledge that there will be
Crossroads in the approaching evergeen horizon
Which will consecutively measure the balance
Of prowess and vunerability
Perfection
Is not the gauntleted wrist this eagle seeks
But rather….
That bright spark of recognition
Twin soul flames
Whose reflections are mirrored
Deeper than a mere idyllic lagoon
Stripped of supersitious murmurs…
Untarnished by blood magic…
No stranger shall She be
When talons grasp Her gloved wrist
For every nuance of Her Power will flow
Entrancing every aperture
Until the soul quakes joyfully at the intensity
Transforming ordinary ladders
Into glorious stairways
To the cosmic heavens
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raw
powerful
force
loud
deep
drumming
rhythm
hypnotizing
echoing
primal magic
glorious
beautiful
white cascades
spilling
sunlite spray
creating
rainbow cloud
spellbound
and
shivering
in
awed homage
we stood
on the boat’s deck
faces upturned
receiving
the blessing of
the Niagara mists
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Golden eagle wings
Soar this crisp November sky
One final flight of retrospection
Towards the horizon of healing
One by one with each beat of golden wings
Each rhapsody of heartsong
Fades somewhat into the distance
Carried by the winds of memory…
The thunder of three heartbeats
Dulls into whispers of sweet echoes
Retreating into the mists of love torn asunder….
Wise eagle eyes now look and see
The true many sided complex portrait of you
Yet I do not regret the splurges of intense sharing
Because I know
The pure inner essence that was you and I
Recognized
Merged
Entwined
For one brief moment in time
Transcending the soul scarred landscapes
Of our past travels
Some long ago prophecy is fulfilled….
We both acknowledge and cannot deny
This primeval connection that lies between us
But we now have our separate destinies
To our own selves we must be true
Without masks
Tempered by harsh lessons learned
Perhaps the gods and goddesses will now be satisfied
That this bijou cup shall remain untouched….
Fare thee well,
Warrior Woman of My Heart
You will be a perpetual flame
Burning in my soul
©L. Kupfer
