A Seabird Cries in the Night . . .

Water flows through fragile veins. . .
a space, a circle
      an infinite cycle. . .
a white rose withers in the dead of night,
the seabird calls at the peak of his flight . ..
and in the desert 
the mother comforts her child . .

And the nights are but dark black holes
of despair and tears and loneliness . . .

They walk slowly,
at first,
hand in hand,
under the distant sky . ..
so black and dark and cold,
          it was,
    the eyes of the stars looking down . . .

but the endless days . . . 
              eternal and cruel . .
where hot sands shred, and
         the white sun sears
the naked flesh,
exposed by unrelenting tears . .
silently running,
                     running . .

Deep are the white sands and
          hotter then the hottest sun . . .
where the mother bends over her child
             protecting her from that burning . . .
                   and the tears stream down 
            drying, white and crusty as trails  . . .
over the silent face of the tiny one . .

Still and stiller yet, 
                and the little girl rests
in her mother's arms . . .
           a heart beat, 
                       just a feather . . . adrift
in a heartless void . . .
               the woman 
                       holding her child to her breasts
walks in the dark of night
          seeking help
                       seeking a light . . ..
 
The sand is ripped by a hasty wind,
          taunting with dry pools, 
flowing rivers and ripples . .
                 like ocean waves . .
The mother tells a tale to her listless child . ..
            of a whale with her babe in the deep cool sea . .
                      how they frolic . .  
                                 how they play, 
                and leap above the waves
                                to fly as only whales can .  .. 
and there they perceive the sky,
               while the seabirds call overhead . .
 
          Despairing. . .
as she watches her little girl die,
                 the mother says," Look up, look up . ..
see that bright star over there?"

     The child peers through
dulling eyes . . . at the brilliant and icy star,
          and the mother, beholding
the star in her little one's eyes . ..
         "Make a wish, make a wish . . " she urgently whispers . . 
through dry cracked lips . . .
          and kisses the shell-like ear .. .. 
                       so frail and tender and burned . . .
so cruelly burned . . .

                 She prays to the reflection
                                 in her daughter's eyes,
for perhaps twas an angel floating there . ..
              and when she stumbles and falls,
                                she hears the seabird cry . . 
        and slowly, the uncaring sand,
                         drifts like a shroud over both
 .  . mere shadows on the shifting ground  . .
                                          and a well of salty water seeps . . 
unseen . . .
          from beneath the mother's eyelids . .

Far away . . .  in a summery sea,
                         a whale . . . calls to her child. . .
                                                 after they both have slept . ..
                      deep, deep beneath the waves . ..
          deep beneath the sea . . .
                      a moment . .  for just a moment
                                           they remember a passing dream of
a harsh sea of hot and unforgiving sand
                                   and a cruel sun . . .
              burning endlessly .  .
                                and a seabird cries . . .
                                                    in the night . . .

 and a single star

shines, reflected . .

in the eye of the whale's child . . .

Bright . . . as bright can be . . .

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Review for "Green Ants"

The energy . . . the beats, didgeridoo, shamanistic vocals, and the flow of the wind music . . . drove my heart this morning . . . My whole mood improved with this delightful album . . This music is better then coffee (TRUTH - especially if you know how important my morning coffee is to me!!!)

I discovered that my life was incomplete when I saw Daisylis' review for this album . . . these guys now have two, very professionally produced, . . . highly creative albums on Jamendo . . . Their "Live 2007" album is very popular on my blog . . and was one of my all time favorites on Jamendo . . .

This album is no less powerful in its presentation, sound and energy . . .The percussion is stunning and the shamanistic vocals gave me chills . . . .

This Zmeiraduga mob has worked its way into my heart and I just don't have the words to express my excitement at finding another album by them . . . There must be some magic here . . .

AH . . . off to dream and dance . . . "embracing the freedom in the sky!"

Another album that inspired me:

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