Green-winged sight
Born of sea-
Water, boundless.
A sun’s ray,
True,
Wind of sands.
To see the graceful stone-lit lands
Beyond the grumbling darkness,
To find the moon who spoke
Beyond the black, billowing smoke,
To never turn away,
To ride,
Through the night
Until the geese call in the first light,
To dance
In the unsung mystery
Of juniper trees that bend
Atop the cliffs, harrowing,
By the wandering sea
Of green translucence,
To walk on through storms that whip,
That wend
Their way along the mountain tip,
To go
Straight into the wind’s breath
Of the tiger’s night,
Into the widening
Jaws of death,
Into the mist,
Of the blue
Dawn at the farthest
Edge of the forest,
Before time awoke
Is ever to follow
The son of the wind, unfaltering,
Into the brave beauty
Of his song, unending,
Swan-bright.
© Sharon St Joan, September 2016
Photo: © Matabum / dreamtime.com