The coolness of the evening breeze,
softly caresses her high-boned cheeks,
dreamy almond eyes stare toward the
parched mountains of the desert,
beyond any highway signs and
She is an eagle with sharp eyes,
gliding in poetry with the wind,
the air is her womb which gently
rocks her in a cradle shielding
her from unsuspecting forces.
As an eagle she soars to great heights,
above the humanity which exists below,
she is a wind dancer catching the zephyr
which leads her to a regal perch,
a lofty throne in which she observes
the plight of humankind.
She has the power to see beyond today,
her desert dream is clear as a blue sky,
she envisions peace among her people
and peace throughout the world.
Topic(s) of this poem: indian