Day and Night

Day blue Man, his heart is burning,
Clothed in white mountain robes shining brightly;
His trees stretch up, grow, and release in leafy spires;
With eyes wide open to lush visions,
We caress his thick forest and vale;
His strong, armored chest breathes out,
Showering the land and sea with dark wet gifts,
Before rainbows of promise;
The circumambient air is ablaze of winged praise;
He is the power over the whole Earth;
Wisdom and freedom he always gives,
and the living call him 'Father'....


Night black Womyn, her heart keeps changing,
Ever revealing and hiding in intimate cycles;
The vast ocean waters dance, in and out, to her song;
With eyes closed, we may enter her sacred castle,
The rounded hills and gardens, bathed in star light;
Waxing or waning, new or full,
Her beautiful breast, barely covered by a thin dark dress,
Points of light peak through, wink, blink, and twinkle;
Little children of the night, she holds near her heart,
Guardian Spirits of the past, present and future;
Love and mystery she always gives,
and the living call her 'Mother'....


adapted from a Pueblo poem by Hartley Alexander 1927