Palace of Light / Fierce Wind by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

Palace of Light

It appears
naked,
moonlight,
round and white,
like milk, like water,
like liquor infused,
not blinding like the sun.
It conjures ghosts 
at midnight 

on the first day
and seventh day
in April. Its body,
a palace of light.
It lives in
the sky
in trembling glow.

Fierce Wind

The fierce wind
sparked my memory

of the night 
I dreamt you left me.

The fierce wind
took all the flowers

away and
the fragile birds were

grounded. Their

wings were not so strong.

The fierce wind
took away the smile

from my face.
I flew away to

the center

of the hurricane.

I dreamt I

died inside of me.

Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives in California and works in Los Angeles, His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Poppy Road Review, and Unlikely Stories. His latest book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press.