A Deserted Dream

Plinio Colombi 'Trauerweiden' 1908
Plinio Colombi ‘Trauerweiden’ 1908

Tonight
my ribs stretch endless,
dark trees of a forest
inhabited by wolves
and solitary owls,
howls and hoots spinning
a deserted dream.

No foot ever treads,
no warm breath whispers,
and across the frosty ground
my poems blow like dead leaves.

The sky clears
and through the bare branches
the moonlight pours
upon a face fallen
from the eye of memory.

Lashing my tear-stained cheeks
the cold wind removes my clothes
and leaves me there,
sunk in the heart of a mute silence
where everything weeps.

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