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