~treading emerald green

~you were treading that emerald green, singing the history

    of your people, and I was somewhere in time

 where sunlight streamed through trees while I was

     peasant or royal or somewhere in between

       

They were green isles then, not yet occupied and you

   and I were tribal peoples ..     

 

I think you were a Viking, especially when you grow out your red beard

   you who is always speaking softly, 

               I imagine you running at a scream

    a warrior with dreadlocks and bones in your hair

      Perhaps you have not changed in appearance that much

   that dread lock with a turtle bone in it

         angel wings wrapped round me in light and colors

      only I can see

       we are eternal creatures journeying together

       

Forest green and deep wine  gilded and such fine linens

   sacred memories that leak through time

    kissing you is moving forward in time….

                Here, on this land we walk with the Earth and leave tobacco

   for the Grandfathers, in the trees, they are walking with us

         in deep greens, our new perspective, walking in ancient

     softly int the new, that is our journey of ecstasy

 

  

Your arms are everything wrapped round me,

       soft moon and hot summer days with salty lips and sandy feet

     bones and stones and shells

       walking forward…  

         through the timeless Now..  we are that…

     exquisite

           forever diamonds… 

 

© Katherine Wyatt   All Rights 2017

 

 

 

   

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

sexually tame romantically explosive.

Best I've read.

Great read.

Matthew