When he was young he started out as a hawk, spirit soaring
being lifted by the wind, he quickly grew into an eagle
he built strength, allowing his wingtips to become blue
only resting occasionally on a branch swooping down, with talons
extended for a meal, but never touching the earth
living boldly in the sky, constantly surging with orange.
He was content never lonely, until they met,
it was her eyes that pierced him, he had never seen
any creation more beautiful, so soft with wingtips sparkling
white. She loved his strength, and his wings surrounding
her. He was surprised she had started as a sparrow
and that she was now surging with purple.
Once they were married they blended
in a glorious event, his orange – her purple
and that is how the first sunset was created,
ever since then
the skies have been beautiful.
Note: This is influenced by First Nations creation stories.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”