the eye of a stone
 
I hear her soft drumming
the moon dancing on sea clouds
winter angels singing to the stars
 
and I watch the world 
its trembling spirit
caught in the eye of a stone
 
fly free blue heron prophet
stand tall in the perfect balance
of solstice and sea tide
 
today is perfect and promising
it is all I really know
                    
                            and it is enough
 
 
                                                                                        
			© Chuck Beals 2001