Desert Dreams #1
in my heart she calls to me.
my leather-winged angel, nightsky hair shadowing her face,
deep crystal eyes misted with dew or bright and clear as desert sky.
singing soundlessly she walks the endless sandscape, wings thorn-pinned and ragged,
sun bleeding through to form pools of ebon beneath her feet.
mystic shadow patterns paint themselves in her wake,
infinite wisdoms all too quickly lost to the drifting, shifting sea of sand,
while high above the scavengers scream rakes the air.
her cedar wind bathes my soul,
blows through my thoughts with ice-rimmed clarity,
leaving behind only silence and the distant falcons cry.