The rain reminds me of your words
and the angels in my sleep
keep me alive
seeing the love that I can
smell in the air
my heart is leaving me
for tomorrow
my living life lost longing for
your silvered lips
and rusting eyes
my heart is gone, lost
in the storm
of your caresses, which
I haven’t yet felt, but know the touch
all the same
in the Sierra Nevada
I have buried my name
the shamans guard over it, for
she is there
this goddess of dawn
her whispers summon me
to the beginning, and
taking the letters, she
writes for me
a new
sobriquet
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