like a blue corn morning

 

like a blue corn morning

dancing, he comes

like a blue corn morning

sunbeamed eyes

and hair as black as jet

but he hasn't found me yet.

I whisper behind my hand

like a child at game

hiding in 

the wild flower's shadow

while he calls my name.

I know he loves me

he just doesn't know it

but when that secret 

falls from his heart

his eyes can't help but show it.

watch him walk

like a warrior born again

smiling as he looks 

for me

and reaches for my hand.

blue corn morning

with feathers in my hair

he stops halfway

to paradise

and I meet him there.

*thanks Perry Joe for your photo above*

             Moon Dancer by Mark Hicks

© by Voo Shining Stone

Jan 13, 08

12:12 a.m.