Piercing the Flame

left behind by the others
an abandoned star
is early to night 
possesses the dwindling shadows
hangs over his shoulder waiting
for the comfort distractions
of strangers

follows him closely
around the sharp curves
through junipers
gravel hills
traces his mindless curiosities
settles down with the downed sun
the white mountain
white waters
virgin moon

chamisa give themselves to wind rocks
full thick mockingly golden they weave
sway touching in the music

acknowledging the horizon
he stands at its blinding edge

crooked spears of quenched blues

piercing the flame

JP Pestana October 18, 2016