Dyad

1.

In the wide-open field
the stars rest on my shoulder,
the immense vista of silence
between the lines,
waits at the edge of the sleep,
each moment is a quiet recollection,
the moonless night is so complete in itself.

2.

A crescent of rock-framed sands
washed by arcs of blue water,
I do not know
how to speak before
my own silhouettes,
I only learn to sit and condense,
clouds bow down to touch the earth,