For My Hawk And Playmate - To My True Kindred Spirit - Part Iv Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Come dance with me
At the Star-kissed shores
Salt water wavelets
Lap at our sores.
Faltering steps
In longing and pain
Marks struggle between
Sacred and profane.
Pause the dance now
For the body is weak
In each others arms
Is the respite we seek
Draw strength anew
In the sharing as one
We are complete
A new round has begun.
As we take the first
Steps to dance
Back to the moors
We know in shared heart
The future is ours.
Come dance with me
In the eye of this storm
Loving forever
We are reborn.


Hawk's Response:

Come look at me
my accomplished dancer,
your cheeks stained by berries,
your arms scratched by thorns.
The sting of the nettles
has bothered old wounds
but spirits untethered
we stumble through ruins
at the edge of the forest,
where promises live.
We're at home here forever
and forever we give
our love to each other
may all else go asunder.
In this forest we're happy
as we slowly meander.
But come rest with me
my beautiful flower,
we've danced now for ages
and late is the hour.
So come look at me
I will study your lips
and gladly forego
treasure-laden ships,
so come cuddle my sweet
as we need our rest
and come closer to me,
put your breast to my chest.
We remember our dance
and our spirits untethered
let us heal all our wounds
as we lay in pale heather.
Take me inside your soul,
deep, united we're whole.
Let us linger a while
as we've danced to exhaustion,
let us re-charge with kisses
let our bodies entangle
this embrace as it misses
the mistletoe dangle.
And our cheeks are blood red,
our breath is scant
as we look at the sky
and embrace merriment.
So I ask would you come
even closer to me?
Let the world now go past
as the Hawk in the pine tree
looks down from above.
Let's say thanks to the Gods
let's say thanks for our love.