Enraptured with Self

Enraptured with Self
Cry my love to your children.
Walk the plains of heartache
to the source of your pain.
Dry, cracked, and sullen,
awaiting tears of acceptance,
an honest history,
and integrity of spirit,
your creations seek the nobility
of tears cast with touch--
each drop a jewel of personality,
a world of experience flowing within your vision;
let them taste your remorse to know your love.
Cry plaintively in the dark
to reach the farthest
forests of your soul--
remote and alone,
your beauty cascades around
waterfalls stepped deep inside
the prisms of your palms.
As the feather anciently touches your face,
the raven awakes deep within you
and carries you back to your dream,
children awaiting,
the dog fooling,
and the sky open to your imagination
to be filled with cloud and emotion.
Fly softly into the cedar
and let its wisdom fill your blood
with medicine and alchemy.
Your velvet sheen midnight wings,
now charmed with decision,
envelop your love with protection
to shield your circle from disharmony and hate.
The fallen feather marks the change
to a more positive day,
and it's touch upon the earth
clears our mind.
Be kind.