Coyote of the Moon.

Sitting upon a lonley hill a silohet is captured by the moon Soft light raining down cloaking form sorrowful and firm Deep the pain from yester year when life choices did take their toll Quite still save for shallow breaths and futive glances anon In the near distance are voices heard the noisome gathering of friends Warm the fire that glows gently in contrast with the starry night's sky frolicking forms dance and move around sacred fire joyful Singular silohet reflects on days past proud of her choices made A burst of bluish light is seen as if gathering the stars to the nimbus A change of form so rarely seen as shaman changes wearing ancient heritage The flap of wings gleaming golden brown is heard above the general revalry Skyward bound the hawk does fly towards peaceful destined acceptance With a start the lonely one shifts towards the spectical As with regal grace the Hawk flew to approach her Rising to all four feet she raised her head proudly The Coyote stared challengingly to him whom airborne flaoted With a resounding bark of displaced air the hawk flew in rapidly Accompianied by transparent nimbus to shape change flawlessly Leather tassels and bleached bone beads flapping in the wind To kneel down respectivly before this Coyote of the Moon Silently the shaman reached his hands towards her To gently touch soft downey fur around eyes wisened and grey Coyote moon then seemed to shudder as in a blinking of an eye She changed form into two foot woman and fair Together they did talk that night as the moon travelled the heavens Of challenges won and choices made in truth's lonely questing Fianlly as dawn rose langrid from the east and the time to depart grew near The hawk shaman made one last plee for Coyote of the Moon to remain Will you stay with us, gentle shaman? Live awhile amongst the clans, the nations and families? Share your wisdoms and joys so we in turn can gift you thus? For you have so much to share She turned and looked to the east her mind clear with descisions made Smiling to her self she bade him one last wisened stare The hawk shaman nodded saddly and embraced her with gentle acceptance With that silent communion she turned to run again the desert plain Echoing in her mind the touch of the hawk did whisper To never feel that she could not come and join her family here Always welcome by those who care is the ~*Coyote of the Moon*~To you, CM....:) Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 12:24 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10