Bora born
Meadows of starlight
Cup of tea in hand, dogs at my side,
slow beep, beep of my heart,
I look down the paddock under starlight and what do I see.....
Cut yellow grass,
framed by the dark and the sounds of the night,
slowly they come toward me the nature spirits
in their spiralling dance of delight.
From deep within rise the sounds of the didge with the crystal sky above
mars to be seen through a telescope of love.
Djirrabel country, Yadinji country,
meeting place of rainforest and eucalypt,
they moved through the misty mountains to camp here trading ........
In the valley below,
surrounded by bamboo just off to my right,
a spring feeding a pond holding within
a sparkling essence of life.
When you first sleep here expect a warm breath across your face
inviting with harsh whispers and sounds of the dance to embrace.
Rugged up in my doona, plasma lights flash in the night sky,
pixel mist on a led screen of colour,
I look past the glow of the lost sunset and what do I see .........
The visitors dance,
strobing through the blackness of the night,
the star born communicating
as it was in the beginning.
Deep within ancient memories stir of my spirits first spiralling descent of love
connecting all business signal these lights from above.
© 2003 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Meadows of starlight
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