Deep in my soul
there is a woman
with long dark hair,
clean curves, and a warmth
in her eyes
for this real world of myth,
where the richer sun pours light
and warmth
on this extraordinary
existence.

She lives in my soul,
wears a soft leather dress
and beaded moccasins
walking in a forest
where truth lives deep
in a dark pool.

Her son is an otter boy playing
near blue irises flowering
by this pool's meadowed side.

Her husband, the father,
a strong old man with clear eyes,
a feathered head-dress of white
and great thunder calling
from a blue sky.

Ian Trousdell

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