With graceful pose and memorised prose,
In rhyming verse but of another universe,
Where elements and energies with personality,
Mingle among spirit and other higher being,
To sounds of medicine wheels candle spells,
With handkerchief colours aligned in a row,
Telling stories of intention and inner fused relation,
In being such as seeing more than eyes care to know,
However in waterfall spray hues of long lived ghosts,
And nightfare hiding betwixt shadow playing hills,
Where sunlight spills over luminous glass of her temple.
Rowan Blair Colver
