Esmerelda : Return To Innocence

A Poem by redzone

...a journey started long ago...

ESMERALDA: A RETURN TO INNOCENCE,
THE JOURNEY’S END

“Love, devotion, feeling, emotion.
Don’t be afraid to be weak,
Don’t be to proud to be strong.
Just look into your heart, my friend
That will be the return to yourself,
The return to innocence.”
~~”Return To Innocence”, by Enigma

(from a poem by Iroquois Winter)
“Grandfather,
let the wind beat
this drum of resistance
that is our human existence.
Let the rain soak our hearts,
Cleansing us worthy
To find the path of snow
And its soothing warmth
To make the Earth whole.

“Grandfather,
I only know
This modern Babylon must fall
And this crimson star,
Dripping with the people’s tears
Can lead us back to the heights
Of Big Mountain;
To the beauty and peace
Above and below;
To our long lost whale songs
Sung by the night sky
And seen in our children’s eyes.

“Carefully placing the medicine bag
around his neck,
smiling, he tales the first step…”

~~Iroquois Winter

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I.
Long ago he took those steps,
Looking, searching,
Walking, seeking for what
He didn’t know.
Perhaps it was only knowledge
He sought.
An understanding of the sounds
Rivers made while meandering
Through valleys and watching
Blue bells grow.
Or the laughter wolves share
As they play tag
make love, then later,
Shout at the moon.
Or perhaps the way butterflies flutter
As if blown by a fickle wind
In a scattered path to find
The flower’s sweet nectar
And a mate.
Or the way fertile earth
Follows your feet and
Feels gritty between your toes.
There is much to know,
Yet one thought haunted him-
Why she gave him this crimson star
And her cinnamon tasting lips
Pressed teasingly on his
And whispered enticingly,

“My love, come to me
when the path has been clear
and our people see
and fulfill their potential,
their return to innocence.
Come to me, my only love,
Find me where we first swam
And made star filled love,
Explored vast universes
Wrapped in our arms
And found in our youthful eyes.
Come to me my love,
For I have jasmine scented innuendo
And unfettered, whimsical desires
To challenge all your whys.
Come, my love
Lay with me forever
By the sun kissed sands
As these young woman’s hands
Soothe your scarred face.”

II.
And so he wondered
As brother wolf,
And as a soaring hawk.
Sometimes he was the dancing elk
Or the menacing black bear,
But always holding her words,
Her memory,
Her kiss
And this red star,
Close to his heart.
Often, when returning to the shape of a man
He would join the peoples battle
To storm blood soaked citadels
In humanities efforts
to make the Earth whole.
He was roaming as El Lobo
When the people finally put aside
Their oppressive side,
Returned to innocence
And became human beings
Voluntary care-takers of the Earth,
And could hear once again
Whale songs haunt distant galaxies;
Could finally see even before
The first few seconds of time
The origin and continuity of life,
And where laughter
Became the common language.
It was during this time
As brother wolf
He chased his tail,
Ran wild through clover fields,
And howled unceasingly at the moon
In broad day light.
He even took to dancing
With anyone who happened by.
And, it was during this time,
He began to once again hear her voice,
Her siren’s call.

III.
Grandfather,
I hear her sing.
It is a sweet, lonely voice,
Yet one I have always known.
She flows my blood
With her warmth and scent.
How do I find her, Grandfather?
And he replied:
“Redzone, follow where your heart tells
you to go.
Listen, she is carried
On the wisps of air made
By condor’s wings.
Listen, and you will know.”

IV.
Long ago he had started out
On this journey to find
The balance in chaos,
The beauty
Above and below.
She had sent him
And given him his best amulet,
This red star stone.
It now pulsed
And shown bright
From within the medicine bag
Hung around his neck.
He is old,
Weathered,
Rough and tanned
Like wind blown sand
He remembers her name,
Esmeralda.
Remembers the taste
Of clear, cold mountain water
As she once kissed his lips.
Esmeralda,
As her whispers gently
Call out his name,
“Redzone, come to me, quickly
I need you and I am lonely.
Our tasks are over
Come to me soon.”

V.
And so he changed,
Now a Condor,
The last of its kind, and flew
Looking,
Searching,
Listening for the sounds of her
As she breathed
The sands and breeze,
The coconut trees,
And jasmine innuendo,
Seeking the secret place they
Were meant to be
Together
In peace.
“Esmeralda, I am on my way”

~~redzone 7.11.2007~~
(started 2006, finally finished)