Journey

Peacock statues
And a silent rock waterfall
Eagle feathers, spearhead stones
Carved and cool
In the palm of my hand
The tears come unbidden
Easy
And we move
without leaving
Fire spitting from the crown of my head
Vicious, volcanic
Raining ash and aa bombs
All around me
To cerulean blue lines
Skating across a wooden floor
Cooling
A black burnt rock sharp edged
Purposefully formed
And my shadow demon strongwoman
Turns
From deep inside my back
To face
Our front
She is me
And we will learn
To walk together
Fire hair, water veins,
Wind feathering my raven black wings
My bare feet strong
Upon the stones