Hawk Sprit

Another newly discovered old poem!

Hawk Spirit

 

We gazed at the full moon,

my wolf-friend and I.

My heart ached to be

one with the sky.

 

The leaves and the grass,

the wind that flowed by,

all beckoned me join them.

I slumped with a sigh.

 

I know it’s not time,

though I do not know why.

For now on this earth

with my man I will lie.

 

We will dance in our love,

in passion we’ll cry,

until my Hawk Spirit

says my time is nigh.

 

-Jo-

May 7, 2001