Whenever The House Is Dark

Whenever The House Is Dark

Of her loss and how sadly nature fell

I realize now, the dimension, eagle-like
plummeting into mother's crevice

just once

that ever lasting

once

when honed edges cut

the word   draining away   breath

skin, flesh, bones

memories like fall trees

walls, ground, horizon

S O U N D

- look

straight ahead: the house, existing

simply covers the night. The sweet bay

tree, behind, hints at  the stars  and rhymes

alone, all by it self

against the freshness of wet

mint   and breeze

the silver light hums

no answers, no questions

nothing bears nothing, within a certain

interval    because

shadows

evaporate with warmth – earth's

warmth -

hers'

Whenever the house is dark, the moon

is lit

and I go out

© 2015, José E.T.M. Coelho