ravensong

a threshold, she stood, feet, bare, body clad, in white cotton raiment swirling about her ankles, as the wind sang like a lute, upon the still night sky. a woman's song carried upon the breeze, playing with the edges of light and dark, night and day, the precious time, between dusk and nightfall. her ravensong burst forth from mouth, wide open in awe, chin upturned, jawbone outlined, tears precious gifted in humble grace, against the light of the coming of fresh eve. the lyrics danced around her shoulders, tickling them just so - tussling hair, three feet long - burnt sienna skied tresses. a dreamcatcher she was, weaving lives within lives, connecting the dots, with her fingertip raised pointed at stars, moving them across Father Sky - to meld into one another - just like lovers. this is her solace - the ancient firmament where Gods and Goddesses exist, eternal, where celestial wars rage, she pulls both arms outward with heart, full - like some majestic holy crucifixion and met the maelstrom head on - for this is all she knows. - forward - and she jumps happily, into this rebirth, this knowing and unknowing, learning and unlearning, growing and dying, smiling while screaming inside - to lead not only herself but others - into the great abyss, the infinite chasm, the unknown universe, the holy grail, the swan songs of birds, the most precious calling to the wild souls of nature, beyond all that is. a threshold, she stood feet, bare, body clad, in white cotton raiment swirling about her ankles as the wind sang like a lute upon the still night sky. Words and Painting © Susan Marie