Eo Ire Itum: She Walks
The glimmer comes
ethereally from her
she circles
Eo
Ire
Itum
to travel, to move
along,
to proceed
her toes ignite
the grass, not quite
the snake charmer
shamanic,
I beat the drum
in her wake
Eo
Ire
Itum
silence over her shoulder
moon disks are the whites
of her eyes, her irises
mystic
siren sphinx
of the deep
hum, as I drum
we keep the beat
as we circle
Eo
Ire
Itum
silver strums
her fingers
on the air
as if composing
the fire’s ire
into dragon’s smoke
licking embers
in our eyes, let us
walk with ardor
Eo
Ire
Itum
Goddess
She walks with me
Eo Ire Itum