And in the beyond, the faces of my mountain brothers in their curiosity Peeking through the window I crumbled in their sight White-haired, craggy, rocky shoulders and chins they huddled closer to rest on my arms watching every move like puppies on my lap
I saw faces of fruit, leaves, and flowers sucking from veins of wood and root in the grassy depths everywhere shedding old faces for new, short light for long shadow
....there were these two boys. whiskery and round-eyed faces, brothers sprawling heavily on lilypads of light or strutting heroism in the dirt Masters of the realm
They are cherubs in furry bodies, large and small And so, did command my heart
They are all friends and family in Eden Blinking in the sunlight at their neighbors their cooing whispers and shudders spread welcome to my new face
I remember her face...
One of many in scenes from a camera Fully grown, lush and lively like a tree-herder's thick wisdom of ages past
She held the ancient memories of when this world was young before the crash of metal on concrete, glass, and steel before the shock of noise and wave and broken dreams....
.....and the death of innocence.
Ancient memories made new. With a mild, gentle word her voice cradles the world in her hands
The face of this queenly giant shines brightly Her aura hums vibrantly with bird-song
In the face of limits, sacrifice, and pain she lives long and strong
Remind us of abundance, Dear One Keep us with the present, our ever-changing gift and we shall see a new face of the future