Ebony’s Secret

It is difficult for a falcon to explore unseen,
giving the squawking alarm of parrots and all –
so I call on the Myrddin Falcon’s gift of
natural mimicry — shape shifting, if you will,
and flit about as a Souweth Owl,
as harmless as you please.

‘neath the foremast is a tiny shack
of hasty boards and shiny nails,
with a crack or two through which to peep.
A girl! Bound and chained? What is this?

Is Ebony in slave trade too?

Nay, I learn she is but a package
to be transported like a sack of grain …
perhaps invisible to my sisters
who would be above such things
as bartered brides.

She sings a song –
not to me, perhaps,
but to all humanity.

faucon
…………………………………………

SOUL SONG

Look at me, just look at me, I am here inside.
You can ignore me, or embrace me, but set my soul free.
Let me walk in new birth’s garden.
Let me chase rainbow butterflies.
Stand with me at yearning sunset
To feel the timeless world go by.

Be you seeker or master
Our thoughts can be divine.
What you would claim is nothing.
What I can give is mine.

Do not look at this crumpled frame
That long strife has pulverized.
Look past the misted moonlit tears
To where the innocent child hides.
Be you weaver or poet
Join me in simple song.
What you can love is real.
What you hear is pure joy.

Look at me, just look at me, I am here inside.

I am a mirror of passion
To reflect light in shadow’s way,
If you boldly seek truth without,
Then ’tis evertime to look within.
For I am surely you
In humanity’s hold.
What we share together
Even angels cannot share.

Look at me, just look at me, I am here inside.
Stand with me at yearning sunset
To feel the timeless world go by.