Midsummer Blood -- Courtyard of The Suns

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Date Posted: 20:29:29 07/28/00 Fri
Author: Daffodil Angel
Author Host/IP: spider-wq022.proxy.aol.com / 205.188.200.146
Subject: Midsummer Blood

Whenever I see midsummer charm
Encircle me with your pure earthly smile
In which I can touch at the palm of my hand
We would head up Golden Gate Canyon
And drive up Crawford Gulch to White Ranch Park
Then take Mustang Trail up through the alpine grass
As I listen to the buzzing sirens of dragonflies and woodpeckers
Indian paintbrushes spell their infinite flame at me
That old tenderness of youth all boils in an extraordinary eruption
It�s sagacious blood radiates across the plateau like molten lava
Sliding down the incline toward the immense beyond
Instantaneously painting golden faces with the complexions of nature

Later that afternoon, we got up to the summit
I�d spend the time sauntering down into the wilderness
The evening sky quickly consolidates with the terrain
I would lie down on the picnic table bench, just looking up at the stars
As the shimmy tango of fire cast it�s fluorescent passion
It�s kiss lights up the canyon, flickers in the distance
It�s holy hues mingle with the night
I�d fall asleep and dream of lunar rain and emerald skies
And many other wonders that have always seemed intangible
I could hear the ritornellos of owls and crickets
As I stare up at the dark, sleeping sky
And think about life and everything that ties in-between

I wake up as sunrise bleeds across the crisp dawn sky
I genuflect my soul deep at the harvestland from the highest plateau
My sister joins me, she says everything looks like the ocean to her
While the morning fog is slowly disintegrating
I can feel it�s spirits caressing at my neck
On their way to seek light from the shining sea
Stellar jays cry their early morning wake-up calls
Arousing the catnapping canyon so nature can take its course
The call of the wild screams it�s might like the grey wolf
Bellowing it�s short sweet song to the white cauliflower moon
We all have stories to tell, we all have songs to sing
We all share a common thread with the true beauty of nature

Copyright 2000
Noah Eaton
7/28/00

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