before sunrise…

in the night
when loneliness
envelops consciousness
form rainbows
of fear
the warmth
of a lover’s skin
the blue sky
of morning

unleavened life…

you have begun
to believe
that death
will pass by
this night
since you have
painted the blood
of prayers
upon your door
but death
from the beginning
of the word
was born blind
unable to see
your prayers
and unwilling to hear
your pleas in the night
it crawls along
the ground
brushing against
your fears
just above your
as you fade
into dreams
of tomorrow
that may

this dream…

is not your reality
but it is reality
i am a jaguar
moving through the jungle
of your consciousness
i am a shaman
healing the pain
within your heart
with herbs long forgot
by those
who cut the heart from the palm
and tossed it into the sky
creating the moon
the dust from its flight
formed the stars
in the night sky
my breath
created the night breeze
that gave flight
to the owl
that grasped within
its claws
the last fragment
of hope
that man
would save
this river
and the lives
along its shores
with the same mercy
shown to him
by the gods