Dawn whispered the break of light
awakening trembling limbs.
Soulful sighs brought by ancient winds
marked the day.
“Its the festival of the trees.” she said
as the Earth dressed me this
morning amongst my forest bed;
and against my colored eyes
she laid the top of the bottom
of the arraying white sea.
Gathering at once body and spirit,
I fell into the greatness of water
bathing amongst the magnanimous.
She brushed my skin with
a soul daffodil full of sun
and kissed my mouth with natures liking.
It was the cosmic hour
of the atomic separation of my body.
It was beautiful.
It was divinity at its source.
She exalted my lungs with her
greenery and my rib her roots.
She anchored her song into my chest.
It pulsated a beat
some what of an effeminate child:
“I am an ancient song.
I sing the ever connecting
vibrations of Universe,
balancing body completely.”
Light sings through the heaven I am made of
and within its gardens of androgynous flower kings.
I have witnessed with sound and mind the crying of the Earth;
and the Earth cries her wonderful cries
to know how many lives she has lived
and where she still stands.
She sang to me the first sound of her body
and how nobody knows that the skies
are really at war with the seas,
and how the stars with their poetic
visions really see eyes in threes.
But this is just my rhyme alone.
The sun landed upon her *****
night became of me from the mountains
where the moon and her lovely phases
flowered upon my breast
ravishing wild torrents of femininity
into the silver cosmic rivers.
You see, I am an ancient song.
I sing the ever connecting
vibrations of Universe,
balancing body completely.
This is me in my natural state,
whole and feminine.
-Arizona