#7

Dearest Captain,

Make no mistake

it is the green-eyed vixen

the one with brilliant vixen hair

who has received your love letters

into her heart

piercing her virgin soul allthewhile curling her toes

delighting in her knowing of gentle lover

in alabaster dream.

It is not the blue-eyed witch

nor British Isle, but Mellow Marsh

where you will find rare white and pink lavenders

and purple too, enough to swim in -

the hummingbirds, profuse -

tiny spaceships

reconnoitering and flicking stardust

as they rob the nectar of fragrant flowers

all summer long -

here the primeval sylvan portal

earth base

artesian crystal waters

reflect angelic face

immersed in lavender prayer

the one in self-imposed exile

her back to patriarchy - severe and sad -

better to die alone than in bad company

and then you gently appear

as mourning mate

from past - hurtful past, horrific present -

sharing tears

memorializing wasted dreams

and her soul opens

looks

and falls in love.

"How can this be," she says

and studies his flight patterns

sees his work -

but more, feels his etheric thoughts

with such power she sees shinning light

and is thrilled.

"How can this be,"she says

she thought the doors were closely barred

and windows shut

for seven years

and here, he enters without travail

as though he has always meant to be with her.

"How can this be," she says

what mystery is this

he walks through walls

sees deeply into her soul - fearfully she weeps

and throws decoys into the path

hedging bets from habit; and smoke screens too.

"How can this be," she says

knowing him, feeling his soul upon hers

the mystical truth of being

radiantly manifesting

from Ether Ship

to the hidden room in the Castle.

"How can this be," she wonders

she knows this man beyond mortal eye

beyond dreams

has he an inkling what wake he creates

gently but oh, so surely

stirring her soul...?

Alchemical yearnings wax and wane

wax and wane with astral light:

Oh, my darling Captain,

what have you done to me?

my animus wakens from distant sleep

singing love lullabies to the heart...

While in the distance the stars coyly shine, sparkle,

and wink.

#8

I sent you

hair feathers flowers

by galactic mail

hair because it's all I had that's mine to give

feathers to fly with

flowers to love make and bottle into

our secret perfume.

And I wait for your reply:

darling Captain, will you marry me?

The moon

a sliver of silver

rays out into the incandescent nocturne.

I stand at the edge of my bower

looking skyward for your craft -

the gloaming spreads

like the covers on our nuptual bed

velvetly enveloping

under which your caress reaches

deeply into my secret places -

oh precious lover,

in rapture we melt and spill into the

fields of dreams

that place of splendor:

where ancient covenenat between

earthling and star

unfolds and rests

between our beating hearts.

#9

"But what do you want from me?" asked the Captain

as they sat together in the arbor.

"Your heart so I can embower it with

my love;

Your devotion so your love can

sanctify my soul;

Your companionship so your

lovemaking breathes into

my auric fields forever," she said.

"Is that all?" he teases.

She empties her cup of sainted wine

while fixing him with her emerald eyes,

then tips his chair off balance

and shrieks with laughter

as she runs off, tossing the goblet,

sure of his pursuit.

And surely he gives chase:

he cannot so much see but feel

and her scent of honeysuckle

finds her waiting for him

up in the old apple tree.

There just a place for two

enshrined in leafy green -

his lips close over hers

and the stars come falling down,

his ether-being vectors toward her as the

north pole to celestial zenith

and fletched precisely

rekindles astral transmission,

as the nectar flows.

Scrying on Horsetail Pond

#10

Well after dark on a moonlit night

she leaves her bower warm

and traces her steps

softly over arched bridge

onto her very own island-

there she reclines near the bamboo

to watch the moon caress the

water still.

Sensing her presence the venerable koi

surface in salutation.

"Mistress, you seem pensive tonight," alpha

koi transmits -

"Just longing for a touch, a wish

to touch cosmic consciousness," she

lies

He knows but is compassonate.

"It's the astronaut,Captain Van Flight," replies koi king.

She nods, on the verge of tears, "yeah,

I'm a foolish maid," she weeps.

"Love is never foolish. Besides, if

not for love, you'd be sleeping now -

We've all missed you.

Stay awakened, feel the quickening -

from here to the nebula's end is a

glowing portent of pure love,

you're just starstruck," he comforts.

She smiles as crystal jewels fall in the water.

They drift together in

communal knowing.

"He dreams now," offers the caring carp.

"His craft is docked within the Corona Borealis.

Go back to your bed, dear Mistress,

your dreams will find him,

he waits for you to

join him in his reverie,"

the ancient one communicates.

She thanks her friend and

retraces her steps to her chamber.

"Oh darling Captain, here I come," she whispers

as she falls asleep.

She joins him true

in dreams alchemical

taking flight on her seraphim's

silent wings.

And thus he finds her

in the arms of her angel

her tears distilled as diamonds

woven delicately into her wedding dress

She shines shyly.

He shines back.

They spend the cosmic night together

sparking a new generation of comets.

This is a fantasy about aliens and humans meeting and cooperating, namely Captain Van Flight and the Indian Queen.

The Galactic Federation had sent

their representative, Captain Van Flight,

to the green and blue planet

to investigate the deep disturbances

within her mantel - earthlings

had released the nasty destructive

forces of the Asuras.

After many visits the Captain

-even in his natural state - felt

a strange careworn sensation,

the physical mantel he carried began

to weigh on him.

But he knew he hadn't quite finished his mission.

Strong emanations had reached him

from the edge of the Circle of Fire.

The elder Queen Mother,

representative of Turtle Island

lived simply in the forest

waiting to both receive transmission of

galactic light, and to report to

Mission Control.

She had been waiting for this emisary all her life.

He knew he'd been charged

with instructing the Queen on vital

information about the Galactic Federation

as her former playmate, Yellow Galactic Human,

had fallen victim to the treachery of

the unleashed Ahrimanic and Asuric forces

on Turtle Island.

Queen Mother had already received

her galactic name of

White Resonant Wind

but she wasn't quite sure what it meant.

She knew she belonged to the small

tribe of Deer Ones and had spent

several suns on an island of her own

not too far from Nahant on the Sakonnet.

There was only one succint message

White Resonant Wind had to impart to the Captain:

"Love is the Counterweight" -

Ah, but love, such an overused word -

The Queen knew she had serious work cut out

for her having to instruct the Captain

in the ways of human love -

mother father sister brother love

husband wife love -

child love

animal love

and earth love -

The Queen pondered this.

Surely the Captain must know of these things -

hopepfully he would realize how carefully

she kept her secrets

how heedfully she spent her time

in the forest

going days without a glimpse at another human

or their nasty belching machines

which Yellow Galactic Human had called

bladder wagons…

So many days went by, each day

she thought of her old playmate and

often keened on his passing -

She hoped the Captain had news of his

trasmutation to pure light…

White Resonant Wind wondered if the emisary

left his mantle at night to return to his Ether Ship -

She often stepped out of her physical container

but had only traveled within earth's star system.

Perseid showers were magnificent now and

she both used her earth scope and her

astral body to mingle among them -

But she knew the Captain would take her

even further -

Would love also be the counterweight

out in the vast darkness?

She was wise enough to realize none of her

self-imposed questions would be well

answered until they met - so she

softly put her musings aside-

time enough for when he arrived.

Right now it was time to visit

the family of snowy owls that lived

near by. Mother owl was disturbed

that her nestlings were falling out

and the trickster coyotes were waiting -

to gobble them up

how can love be the counterweight here?

Coyote needed to eat

bear needed to eat

raccoon and otter ate her carp

blue heron ate her carp

and humans ate all of them -

what a strange world -

in order to have life, creatures

needed to consume living or formerly

living things.

She looked to the stars -

what kind of world was this -?

There were enough lessons for now

here on earth - for all to learn -

would love be the counterweight?

Would love then distill astral light

into human-etheric energy?

Was this the secret?

Her thoughts went back to the federation commander -

perhaps he had the answers.

She smiled to herself

picked up baby owl

and popped him back into his nest.

Mother owl smiled also in the dark of the new moon.

In the meantime she would

Learn all that she must about love

Or face the Captain unprepared -

Verily she did not wish to be so

Empty of knowing of what was needed -

Yearned to know -

Or even pretended to be

Until she saw him.