Four Blood Moon Rising Into The Circle Of Parikrama Poem by Lovita Morang

Four Blood moon rising into the circles of Parikrama

Riding these cosmic event,
Four blood moon rising
Something is about to change, quaked the stars
Moon bleeds, in dark room sunlights enters
Light burst, life's birth, such is love for life
love for life, miracle in wonder occur
when sun, moon and earth rhymed in right time, together.
And, I gulped the nectarine taste of blood moon, heartier
Curiosity languishes, let's this language of be reborn
So what the Last Native Speaker died
Full-blooded Extinct Eyak, will wake up to the taste of sweet water,
mouth-watering water Copper River.
A dictionary of words, and our itty-bitty quest, seeketh
Fantastic whims understood between us...
the poetical wild-goose chase, it was
conceived love, tough and paliable
Like coriaceous leave bud, birthable,
Into circles of Parikrama,
we kissed our karma;
O the blazing fire, resin torch lit, see the coming
See writings on the wall, Mummified Cedrus libani, Lords entering
Here at the end of everything,
begins something
Becoming a fit for the feast, a ceremonial dance
let the growing season celebrate abundance,
Tonight, the blood moon shall rise, surprise giver
May all we reign on this beautiful universe, merrier.

-Lovita J R Morang