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alexandre arnau

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dreams #4


the snows held the lands
safely under her warmth
and i saw you
across the river
bright and seamless
your feet effortless
above the snowdunes
waiting for the landscape
to rise with you

the trees bent over me
guarding their secrets
in their ageless gentle hands
guiding me to where
the centers of storms
took respite
from their passions
and there
was where i saw
the spine of the earth
jutting from the white crystal sea
towering delicately
and hushed
over all who loved her

below
the wolves came
as blackened comets
through white space
rising and falling
in hot feral waves
to this center
flying now
on wakening storms
leaving me alone
to return to their lovers
in the sky

and when they finally came
they circled me
like storms of their own
eyes burning
with hunger and wisdom
the circles widening smalle
with each turn
as i offered my hands
for their approval
bleeding submission
and reverence
for their eyes

whirling now
in a storm of white
and black
i turned to you
looking at me
from your diamond filled horizon
i turned
and turned again
surrounded by my brothers

and in my own blood
i learned to dance again

Submitted: Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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