hotpinkauras

This poem is copyrighted. however since i cant figure out how to put this in my journal i had to retype it in here:

HOLD PRIMITIVE MY HEART

Deep inside the luring dark, where in a web of dreams;
my thoughts like tiny silken threads form tributary streams.

Closed eyes see far of ancient lands and sands of distant shores. Tribal ties and primate wiles stand shadowed as unforgotten lore.

Visualize their beauty, hear the vibrant jingles. their faces as of painted masks, bronze flesh, tanned hides; writhe and mingle.

Blood red tongues of searing flames stretch boldly towards the moon and with the promise of another day, lull-la-byes sweet softly croon.

Wolf stands sheltered in the trees; howling to his brothers. His kill in agonies defeat; crumbles to its weathered knees.
The tough old bull lie very still, his breeding days were done.
his spirit would live again, next rising of the sun.

Flames leap high, and voices cry abve the oceans roar. where above the thick of mighty trees a lonely night-hawk soars.

Dancer whirls round the fires edge, his face turned towards the starry skies...he twirls, a colorful mirage, but to catch the gleam in his hunters eyes.

The dream is slowly fading. My shadow self must part. A gentle breeze stirs through my mind...holding primitive my heart.