Lost

Like an Oklahoma storm
She blew into my life
Obscuring all but her.

She was prairie fire
And towering smoke.
She was the echo
Of eagles
Off walls of stone
And the cry of the wolf
Against
The New Corn Moon.

She loved me
The way sight
Loves flashing color
The way scent
Loves garden blossoms.

She was water
From deep cisterns.
She was lightening
Blistering my flesh
With the rake
Of crimson nails.

She was fire and ice
Feast and famine.
She was ointment
And balm
Answering need
And desire.

She was perfect contradiction
And complete understanding.

She was a blazing comet
Whose trackless paths
Are forever lost.