If I told you about your blue eyes

How they make the red dirt earth

   crumble beneath my feet

And change the courses of mighty rivers

   through our fields

 

How they start fire

   on our great powerful sun

Or reveal night-flies

   in the dark shadows

 

How they create whispers

   in my aged worked palms

Wanting to cover your ears

   from howling wolves from the west

 

If I told you about your blue eyes

How they capture me

   with endless potion song and dream birds

And invade my thoughts

   during the gathering hours

 

How they make scattering wide floods

   travel to our salty sea

Or make me reborn

   to my child innocence

 

How they illuminate those forgotten

   above your bosom

Making roses blossom

   at your beautiful gaze

 

If I told you about your blue eyes

How they nourish

   the bushes and smokey signals

And make our mother nature

   become jealous

 

How they fight for each other

   on the buffalo land

Or make strong eagles soar

   in the tinted blue sky

 

How they make the weeping trees

   full of laughter

Longing for tears to soak

   in the pattern of your deep black robe

 

If I told you to meet me

Out beside the great white oak in the corn field

If I held your soft forgiven hand

And took on a silent idea

To go where I have not gone before

 

Would your blues eyes care and be spoken of

To join me with drink and fruit

For a fire burning feast and deep drum beat

For two spirits

Tonight, in the silence?

 

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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