You will be queen when geese fly Six in a row across moonlit ladder to sky. You will be queen when dust on the wind Wanders from sun lit shards to its constellation kin. You will be queen when clouds roll back In a tell of the truth over fact. You were meant to be …
The Sky is Our Chariot: A Mythical Poem for the Sky Walkers of the World Tree
They came from the sky our chariots of clouds Thunder rolling under the wheels, eagles swerving at the fore. They came in the silver light of the moon rose high and round, playing peek with the dark. On the ground heads turned up, starlight eyes desire. Hands twitching, grasping at their sides. Desperate wishes to …