Jaguar Goddess

 

 

I’ll try to write a poem tonight,

 

something birthed of this drenching dark.

 

Its like searching for hidden starlight,

 

hearing a message of reassurance in the leaves,

 

rustling in the drowsy winter breeze.

 

 

Perhaps it’s a breath from a dream,

 

conceived by a vast indigo, godlike being,

 

slumbering in a river valley, under constellations,

 

swathed in twilight, jeweled quartz, opals, and memories,

 

far beyond the mountains and world’s atmosphere;

 

a subconsciousness searching ...

 

 

I’ll try to write a poem tonight,

 

down horizons of faded journeys, echos of parallel lives …

 

They guide eventually to a singular convergence …

 

From somber cloud canyons of lost heavens,

 

an angel descends amid the silence

 

 

Closing my eyes, adrift in the void …

 

The melody is gentle, seductive.

 

Resting in my car, parked on this city street,

 

I hear it in the undulating trees above;

 

with everything they are sighing tonight,

 

ecstasy, a waterfalls’ moonlit mist,

 

merging to kiss the sky.

 

 

Far down the empty street, I feel her walking;

 

lithe, purposeful steps, making her way towards me.

 

Green-blue eyes poised; Her dark elegant figure,

 

emerges sensuously from the foliage of shadows,

 

like a jaguar from the night’s depths.