In even song prayerful cadence sighing,
The Loon glides across the silent pond.
He castes his black robes down.
And Throws his call to heaven,
Love for you echoes in my quaking heart.
Pale evening wanes as memory fades.
The pond still, blood red the color of his eyes,
Memories trace the dark birds wake,
Dark shadows fill the space,
Prayerful cadences beat a chorus. I ache.
Cadence cords crying, longing for a mate.
Bold bright heart touched by forces primal
His wild call answered. I open to his Song
Another cycle mended, stars in their gyre
Harmonies echo, new life resounds.