Nameless Constilation
You're coming down the mountain
In slow and gentle motion
With nameless constellations
Of white stars on your back
The moon is falling, the moon is falling
The moon has fallen and we sent you back
We left you in the house of still air
With mugwort, yarrow, and dry grass
Your spirit passing through my hands
Said, "remember everything"
I remember everything
Black trees circling
Black earth opening