Rainbow Rock
Ollantaytambo, Peru
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I Her features shaped as the custom of the day I could not see her eyes Dark I can imagine deep, black I could not see her hair dark as her eyes long, flowing yellow iris or pink corn orchids braided her perfect face masked knowledge of the future gleaming, gay, may I say sunny? yet deep, reverent The Chosen One! II Her features shaped by this same helix I gazed into her eyes dark, deep, smiling but maybe that was the curve of her lips A simple silver ring dangled from her ear her perfect face bronzed the future shaped by knowledge and friends an occasional glaze remote, may I quander? yet, a blossom unfolding A Promise! III Each had a place a purpose Each accepted place, purpose should I say destiny? The Chosen One the pilgrimage to the center The sun rising each morning a step closer on the trail An offering of corn at each altar the preparations finery, pomp, mind Will it rise tomorrow masked in the knowledge of the future? IV Each makes a place a purpose may I say molds destiny? The purpose Created, not succumbing to fate The sun rises each morning a step closer through sacrifice The preparations intensity, only if intense It will rise tomorrow will she see it? the smiling bronze face and deep eyes. V The secret The war against time will it rise tomorrow? The Sun God bow all to him give all to him circumstanced procession precessional default climb the steps, bow your head ¨Oh God of the Sun Does she please thee? Will you rise in the morning?¨ VI No mystery, no secret true, time is the enemy It will rise in the morning each morning a thousand and one mornings Promise only a promise Her dark, black eyes stare back at me and they smile unmasking the future may I say I glimpsed into the future? |
© January, 2004