Too deep the longing moans In velvet dark

cold stars burning

Too strong the leaping heart beats a tattoo

blood ink sinking

Too long the shaking begins

Memories, fire and stone

They won’t let go

I open myself to the blade of grass, the teardrop of water, the grain of sand and hear the

tales of reflection and change - the compelling voice of shadows and death. It pulls me

down into the deep pattern of beginnings.

Watery streams gulp whale song. Its resonance gathers the

collective embrace of every living, organism’s promise and rises in vapour. Air balloons

travel cross our vast globe and absorb the tenure of sun; annotate years.

There is a desert inside me - shifting dunes of red and gold that sparkle white bleached

bones. They speak of rivers that once cascaded ancient memories, ones folded into the fabric

of what was and wait only the breath of awareness.

Desert Song

Ambrosia

Cosmos

OCEAN

Blue jewel from space

You cradle the life-force of humanity;

Our past a rolling current

of discovery.

Your waves brought the jigsaw,

the people map to our rugged coastline.

A conundrum made whole over time

Like the wash of sea layering

Fossils and shells.

You are the island home

Of coral reefs,

bright healing potential

keeping colour pristine;

blue-green grace, waiting

To emulsify our tension in your deep salvation.

Lovers in Twilight

Like a thousand crashes of the ocean

Sculpturing rocks into shapes

Both smooth and jagged,

Clean and ancient,

So does our love

Leave a transmutable gift.

Harlequin Nights

Witching Hour

Diana Whiley www.eltieradesigns.com