Valley

It wasnt until I became a hawk that I knew how sharp my tallons were,
how they picked up the destroyed remains of my burden and conquest.
Though I hovered above the greatest sadness' gripping sure my beloved grace,
I followed the current of the shadowed places, becoming all that I knew myself to be without light.
Solemn in the dark sky shimmering, the glistening tortured sounds of your voice blew across the current at my front,
as frightened doves before my haughty wing beat.
I never guessed that my circle would so completey consume me,
I never imagined the tearing of feathers before my decent
I never paused to check soaring thoughts before I flew into
The heart of its solitary notion misguided.
I paused once, just as dawn hit my breast , felt the fleeting warmth
Felt the pulse of veins unwinding through me, for the first time.
My seething heart was calmly true, gaudy,rough, rougish, and chiding.
This, thought I inwardly, was no way to dream, no way to give reason
Nor purspose. And trees stood pine fallen, and rivers flowed rock sliding
And skies curved white climbing, untill the soar of my being reached the devine
Vastness, undefined boundless, opening up to encompass my heart in its stellar beauty.