i once found him looking into my eyes holding my hands
he moved me to live to love to laugh
while the endless hoping
that my days will die fast
fuel the tomorrows that cast me into a grinding trap
i really wish i wouldn’t have to leave and pace back and forth between cold frontiers looking into darkness
the void is left
as limbo and i walk hand in hand exhausted
hail to R Banks for conceptualizing and making this offering and picture possible love you so much
tall
stoic
silently
looking at me
with tears in their eyes they prayed to my crow
she flew into the clouds to fetch a ray
of old wisdom
the sisters
smiling
at
me
waving
gold spirit
pointing to the
north to stars and wonders ancient mothers
tending to their flock of wild night children
wind through their veins
kisses blown
angels
swoop
down
kiva
thunder roars
inside their wombs
with holy flesh of nations born of fire
and love traveling to the paradise
the mothers are
in the wind
quiet
strong
words less spoken 