My First Ever Poem for
THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE
Day is ending, light is fading, darkness to coming
Sounds of drums and flutes float thru the air
Full Moon Rising, a bright red glow
Turning White as it rises higher in the night Sky
Small fire in a circle glows, blue orange flames
Smoke rising straight to the heavens, to Mother Moon
Small delicate figure in the circle stands
Tiny hands lifted to her Gods and Moon
A voice that comes from everywhere and yet nowhere
Soft, Gentle, Melodic in its sound and tone
A song, a song sung by an Angel of the Gods
Words of Love, of prayer and of Hope
The sound of Flutes now fill the air, Moon is higher
She begins to move, slowly almost unnoticeable
Slowly her shoulders begin to move with the flutes
Her Hips begin to sway with a rhythm sensuous yet not
Her feet begin to move and her hair falls to her waist
Slowly she moves and as she moves I hear a prayer
A prayer of love of a young girl for her Mother and Father
I watch transfixed, time has stopped, She moves forward
Her eyes and hands turned to the heavens to the full Moon
She dances and her voice comes from everywhere
Prayers, prayers for her Love and for her unborn Child
Prayers for her family, for those gone and those still here
The fire glows brighter as if the Gods are answering
Prayers for Friends and those unknown, Begging her Gods
Begging her Gods to ease their pain, to give her their pain
Begging for their happiness, their sorrows to her to come
She is Shaman, She is Kachina, She is Angi,
Her body Moves with the rhythm of the flutes
Her voice carried to the Heavens by the night Breeze.
She stops, and holds her hands to the Moon, She prays
As I watch, I see another, a mirror image long ago
As I watch my eyes are drawn to the Moon
A shadow blocks the Moon, She smiles
She holds her hands higher and invokes her faith
The Night Eagle crosses in front of Mother Moon
Her Clan, Her guardian, Her Father
The drums have stopped, flutes I hear no more
The fire is growing smaller, though will not go out
She turns and she smiles, her faith renewed
She says simply, They are safe, They are Safe
In her Womb, her children now stir
Echo and Angi will be their names and like their mother
Will be children of the Tribes, Children of the Gods
and Grand-Daughters to me.
©Copyright 2003 by J.J. McCloud
For Becca and Echo and Angi