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