Edzerza

Many have eyes
But their failure to see
Through the fabric of life
Into, where we
Imagine creation and know that its there
Full of pure art and an honest flair
Many have hands
But their failure to hold
Just a basic tool
In the now they are sold
The past didn’t encompass
Any desire
Not Hewn from the heart nor
Torn from the fire

Alano Edzeza a native whose soul
Took a step back through history
It seemed his role
To recall his ancestors
Their stone bone and shell
And their carving of wood
That so many did well

Those fishing boats hewn out of hardwood
With tools
No sophistication they were not fools
They could master the skills
From need and so they
Took on the sea with their minds
So to say

They cleared the land enabling food
To be grown and be eaten
They wouldn’t be screwed by the harshness
Of Winter
Or the heat of the sun
Complete understanding the lesson
They won

Take all these vista’s from one minds eye
The oceans true colours
The expanse of sky
The great shapes of nature
The birds on the wing
The wind and its flow
And all this will bring

A flourish of art to the
Creation within
To bring into being
The force of the skin
The wealth of each image
Locked in an embrace
With clothing with glass
With the true native face

This art draws so much
It conjures up scenes
Each cycle of thought
When shafts of light leans
Into the ocean and onto the shore
Its a study of life
And there is so much more

The palette is boundless
Each undoubted hue
Regarded as unique
Emanating from you
The raven clan drew down
The winged ones who came
With their eyes full of wonder
Apparently tame

But as wild as the wind
And as strong as the tree
As dark as the night
When the moon we can’t see
The eyes and the fingers
In mortal debate
With the tool with the glass
With the cloth now of late