Two Men in my Dreams

There are two men in my dreams

They keep trying to meet

but are never successful.

One man is young and often

associated with the colour

blue or white.

The other man is older

and more serious.

They continue to almost

meet each other but

something always 

prevents them from

an actual encounter.

I saw them last night again,

Two men in a forest,

one in a blue jacket

with his hands in his

pockets, quietly following

the older man through

the woods.

I watched through a window

as the older man

avoided 

by slipping into 

shadows

thus eluding

their potential 

engagement

or confrontation

yet again.

Prayer for Mother Earth

Prayer for Mother Earth

Tangled curl of lichen dry branches outside the window

in exchange for dry dust of broken hearts.

Sun warmed rock with it's cool moss shroud

for deep inner strength tempered by humility.

Turbulent night of lightning and thunder

for heat of passion released in full expression.

A whole field of sun-ripened wild strawberries

for one long lingering kiss.

Curve of distant hillsides bathed in moonlight

for tender caress of vivacious flesh.

Offerings of the earth in exchange for love lost

I bow low in reverence and remember:

"There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth."

Monthly blood offering to the Great Mother

given lovingly back to it's source.

I honor this mother with all of my life, 

curl into her arms and ask that she hold me

as I howl into her breast of the death inside

and water her moss with blood and tears.

Nightmare

Frozen in timeless dark

choking on thumbtacks

lips being pierced with poison

I fight and bite and kick.

I find his eye sockets and dig

my fingers in hard, still he pins

me to the ground forcing poison

into my lips.

I manage to escape his grip

and start to dance on the street

with two blue scarves spinning

the freedom of sky around me.

He throws beer bottles that shatter

at my feet

and laughs as my dancing feet turn 

red with blood.