Cherokee Poem by L.B. Temuco

Through honeysuckle
oh fragrant air
I see the river disappear
curled like a dark moving tomb
of a young queen
raven Cherokee
Her face left in gold shadow
etched on the soft venous skin of trees
They bend to kiss the water
they kneel like chosen children
With a sense of unutterable joy
with love burning slowly In their eyes
I can feel the fearful gaze of time passing
of something inviolate being broken
of un-comprehended pleasure being found
of quiescence awaking in sacred eyes