The Hermitage
(for Ray)
There is a place
that knows
moon sun sea
where skies weave
tapestries with adachiite vigils
indicolite lauds
elbaite vespers
nard balsam myrrh
inebriate monks
(like drunks)
while saxifrage sage
and white meadowfoam
spice Pacific winds
and in that place
prophetic dreams
cross over
I dreamt dreams
of childhood dreams
of chasing seven demons
into the cobalt sea