Red Hawk Song

I admit that I love you.
My heart sings strongly
through the fire of my body.
The sun and moon
are prisoners of my love-war;
I offer you the robes
of the splendid Earth.

All of the simple things
I wish to give you:
wood for the fireplace,
the colors of meadows,
sensation of morning.

I have spoken your name
to the four rising winds.
the blood of my hunger
cries from within me;
I cannot continue
this summer of fasting.

Hidden in seasons,
resplendent with warpaint,
the earth-wish conspires
with this wound in my body;
I can but surrender
to love’s awful beauty.

Now is not morning,
now is not evening,
the hour of meeting
when all creatures bend
to a man
with a woman.

I am giving your name
to the sacred four corners,
chanting your name
to the clouds far below me.
My heart-blood is singing
through the wings of my body.
Through the fire of my body

I admit that I love you.

author: David Sparenberg