Red Indian Moon

She moves like the silent moon

Over red land in the heart

She destroys the defenses

And makes the warriors weak and ache

She barrels down potions

While the night sky can only look on

I stand in her shadows wishing on sacred lands

And learn the art of sacrifice

Dozens bow to her beauty and silence

People gather and pray to the natural

She hears the beats of the drum

As I attempt to listen to the beats of her heart

She dances in the sun fields

And makes senseless of the innocent

She is still as a windless day

Making the current strong in the mighty river

Her eyes are life fire power

Strong and deadly to the look of desire

Her beauty is no comparison to mother nature

Or to the doves in the clouds

Her scent makes flowers unite

And men speechless with smiles

I know her well under the bright moon

And know the sudden dance of redness

All I can do is dance around in patterns of joy

And circle like an eagle hunter that is blind

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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