The Great Bear

A weightless breath, the air alive
Swords of water cutting the sides through half-closed eyes
A marble curtain floating down
Swimming into fishes' mouths and waving through
In the call of the wind
In the ways of the sea
You won’t believe
What’s up there
Tracing the great green pathways
A forest of arms turning into fins
Ancient veins on granite chins
And avian songs fill the air with notes diving in
The hard edges green with newly grown coats
Where do we draw the line?
And put this on the line?
Where do we draw the lines?
And stray so far with these designs
The night water’s deep
Kissing the lamb
Luminous and green
From magic hands
As if it springs up
As born from inside
The real spell surrounds
Transcendent and white
In the call of the wind
In the ways of the sea
In the lungs of the land
In the lines of the streams
You won’t believe
What’s up there
Tracing the great green pathways