Calcite and Blue Smoke

Agawela and her moon stone
Her life became
A mythical epic
Out of human proportion
Secretly living
Alone Traversing
She flies she walks
She dances running
On and on living
Seeking the Answer
That would release her
From her wandering
Vigilant searching
Blue Smoke for a Home
She carried in a sack
On her back filled
With books and rocks
Music and mysteries
Eating dreams and sky
She viewed the world
From mountain tops
The air so clear crisp
Crunched when chewed
Sweet and nourishing
Her teeth not yet worn
From grinding gravel
Preparing road beds
For those who
Require she lay
Four lanes to follow
Where there
No longer visible
Is access carried
Through nascent
Clouds a path
To stars dancing
Veiled revealed
Through Blue Smoke
All enchantment
Removed by love
Entrapping lies
Sequential time
Imprisoning light
And shadow her
Task to chew
Gravel singing
Stories transformed
By duty by love
A road bed
A pathway
Agawela opens her
Mouth to spit sand
A bottomless cave
Obscured by
Waves of Blue Smoke

Blessed ashes cover
A crystalline
Moon Stone
Marking Agawela’s memory
The way away
Calcite glows with
Night moon light
Bear … 02.20.2015
â“’Bearspawprint 2015