I smell blood and follow the line of light.
It is you, who came out of the water that dreamy day.
Sun soaked on the back of Mother-Earth, salivating.
Echoes of the first-story wake me from this nightmare.
No one else will hear it is just for me and you.
Sketches of your face emerge on Turtle Mountain.
I return to nest and time does not exist.
Before land is land, and souls tilled in ground.
A steady shift of change etches future into stone.
Shadows return and blur vision to a sharpened tongue.
A dusk blue sky drops slowly behind the steep cliff.
I awaken to the feeling of love that matters.
On Ellice we savour the Chinese Zodiac.
Thank middle ground for guidance and seek mystery.
Confirm our fit-up and honour what we know.
metisgirl 