On a Windy, Dark Night
written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera
It’s dark…
The curious glances of yellow have faded
in uneven patches over fallen leaves,
dry, dead, forgotten…
It’s night…
The clouds, no longer cotton, white and dreamy
are now ominous and dark and filled with
ice, cold, rain…
It’s windy…
The howling wind runs through the streets
like ghosts chasing dark shadows,
dark, black, grey…
It sees…
It speaks…
It lingers…
It touches…
It laughs…
There is no spirit here that’s calm and resting
in the peace of warm eternity.
Here lie the restless ones
whose journey through perversity
has brought them savage woes.
And chains can’t bind them to their grave.
And prayers can’t soothe their awesome pain.
And you can’t run from so much sorrow…
It’s death…
The cold embrace of marble tombs,
like ice that melts the image of salvation,
white, eternity, forgiveness…
I am from Valencia, Spain.
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