over and near the
trees silky veils
I spy up high
a sultry breeze
whispering warm nothings
to the sky

under tresses of
dressed to the hilt
willows elms
and oldest molting
is the fires calmness
in that oak

a grand facade
of suns brocade
nearer inside
the broken glade
a sly smile

a shy shimmer
once then I spied
an eagle
higher gliding
upon the
cerulean sky

whose wings
contained the glow
the shimmer of
the sun and everything
nearer

taken skyward heaven
bound into a
realm
my heart resounds
now beating

sounds and
visages of Indian
towns and
teepee
villages
of

maiden dames and red
men stronger
than
earthen clay
and tall
brown
cities

and there I lay my goal
for one day become
the man of war the
peace-pipe
song
of love and nature

bound by heart by hope
by everything
this cold world
is in
need of now