Two bloods

We are two bloodsour history pounds from ancient sourcestwo hearts alight with fire of tribal memory:here my finger touches life in the pocket of an arm creasethere I watch the heat of once known glanceand voice song wells from our adopted families as words fail.There is no questionthat somehow somewhere we were meant to be,you were searching for a star, a brilliance to extend your daysI for once was dream caught, channelled through sea shellsTibetan corals amethyst, swallowed whole in wind’s throat.reliving ride of Unicorn through distant mountains.I have golden eagles in my brainwheeling eerily beneath an August moontheir cry fills my ears with well known longinguntil I turn and see; we are two bloodsspawned from ancient rivers, dying only to returnand flow once more in unison.