Lunistice

The cinder air regenerates a white flame,

bare trees shadow a falcon,

the fern moon touches lucid earth

like a turning pearl adorns the royal pavilion.

You raise a jade disc of water and light

from the side of the fountain,

a transparent globe floats from the mosaic cup

your painted hands surround.

Snowing again before dawn, I awoke in your calm,

glass banners our true name in absence,

the spear sky lamps like a bright bird,

the stone sky falls through our eyelids to rest.

Prophet’s Rock

The sun quicksilvers grey horses in the sage,

flags and rattles pageant their braided manes.

I broke from the road to approach a sky of bone,

bright winds fire the prairie grass travelling 

into a distant canyon,

lion cliffsides follow the route of the sun,

I sat and drank from a cooling jar,

you shaded my face with a cloth of pure water.

Sun circles the eyes of running white horses,

sunlight splinters flint and tramples the rocks.