LITTLE WARRIOR DREAMING
Ravens wings whisper dark against the darker night
inverted colors, distorted hues black for white and blue for red,
bright nightvision given secret sight flying in this actinic light
thrust and thrust again, higher starward above the shattered world
together seeing so far, so clear, night for day and day forever sliding
down the sky; the diving hawk, the stalking wolf, the crimson surge of blood,
the hunger fed, the silence after; the raven clacks and laughs,circling the night
little warrior, laughing in my heart scorning wounds to dance in naked joy
tears upon flushed cheeks, dark clouds of hair like thunderclouds in negative,
time-lapsed, whirling, flashing with darker lightnings, thunder shaking
belly and thighs sweatslicked I ride these thermals in dreams
higher, deeper into the unknown, magicked by nightvisions and words
drink this potion spinning moonward from your trembling flesh
drunk with holy terror and athrill with fires; raven laughs, circling higher,
feathers whispering about my ears, other words, not quite heard
the stalking wolf, the diving hawk, the rippling silver scream, the need complete,
the silence after; the raven cracks the night, creates the sudden dawn
a dream; I wake alone, my arms encircling something wondrous,
glittering in the light a moment, then gone
outside my window, the raven laughs
little warrior, dancing in my heart, lies down to sleep
as I rise to face the swelling day, and keep something
I have no name for, in a place no one knows
safe, against the day you meet me beneath the sun
© Linden Karl Gilbert 1996, 1997
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