littleeaglewoman13

Tall and slender, agile little doe
eyes flash like lightning, but gentle as the snow
hair tinted by the blazing sun
let loose to flow in the wind, she is one
skin, dark and mellow, she's a silhouette
standing in the shadows as the sun begins to set.

Atop his mountain she does stand, gazing to the sky
falling from his mountaintop, she spreads her wings to fly
drifting in her self made world, she follows the eagles scream
searching for her warrior, who haunts her every dream.

He came to her in spirit and walked in her spirit world
teaching her ways of his tribe as the smoke of dreams unfurl
he taught her much of his language, and of the dreams he had
guiding her through his spirit world, she felt his spirit was sad.

He took her in his gentle grasp, and held her close to him
and in their nightly rendezvous, he was her precious gem
she learned of many faces, and learned of many things
not knowing in her heart, the sorrow the future brings.

They had bonded their hearts in their spirit world and beyond
he asked for a name for his dream squaw, the council was held predawn
he whispered quietly on the breeze, and it floated into her dreams
crossing all of the boundaries of time and of space,it drifted in streams.

As she stirred in the morning light, amidst the forest dew
she felt the softness of his lips, and then a whisper came through
"Little Eagle Woman", she heard it quietly spoken, drifting to her ear
given a sacred name,now she was one with the tribe, and nothing to fear.

The nights they had spent together, in sacred dreams of the heart
she loved her strong brave, and walked with him from the start
together they sat by the gentle streams, and laughed under the sun
the times making love under the falls, he was the only one.

Through all the time spent together, in and out of dreams, she knew
that one day her brave warrior's sadness, would send their dreams askew
she walked so quietly with him, so gently did she caress his haunting fears
she climbed with him to his mountain,, to hold him as he released his tears.

Although time spent together was drawing to an end
she could not let him leave her, without taking the oath of a friend
together on his mountaintop, doing what they thought they should
binding hearts and memories from a dream, it seemed all was understood.

In their last precious moments together, she knew they were coming to a close
for her heart she gave too easily, to this warrior, whose love had another he chose
amidst the torn persuasion, walking away from her gentle hold
leaving her with just a memory and a story to be told.

She left him standing by the river, waving goodbye the last time
knowing that she loved him, but then winds of change must climb
walking into the dusk slowly, holding on to her warriors dreams
lifting her wings to fly, no longer following the eagles screams.

-NightCry- 11/25/00 10:39am
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