the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

A light as bright as any, shielding,
Dodging balancing on its feet.
A light, spreading through all,
A touch, a gaze, it took to all.
It glowed with love danced in trust.
A smile stay put on its face while
The soul wandered this holy maze.
It took no care, a life
passed in a hurried glare. It stopped
To look around, to know the life
That was its alone.Little did it know
The path, it stumbled, lost and bled along.
It tried to reach all, a shove, a pull
That was all. All love gone all trust
Dwindled, it looked inside only to find
Nothing to kindle.A light how could it
Be when it sees nothing, just the faint
Echoes of what it could’ve been.

A shiny little thing, so small,
So precious, amidst a pile of stone.
Fluttered its eyes open, beaming
As bright as the sun.
A shiny little thing, lost in the stones,
Dark and gray, they gathered, like
Rain clouds in a howling storm.
A shiny little thing, drowned in absurd.
Her shine dulled, her spirit flickered.
She folded her arms, gathered her light.
Shiny little thing, take no mind, for
A stone never knows what it does.
A shiny little thing, weak and dull,
Move under the stones, you
Will be crushed. Look onto yourself,
Crushed, hurt and sad, yet far more
Brighter that those who ripped your heart.

You are the smile that lights me up every
second. Each memory, a dusting of happiness.
You are the warmth that seeps into me,
a small whisper of hope in my darkest days.
My eyes swim with each grin, each jape,
That had passed between us. Our days,
bright and shiny, in a sea of haze. I know,
I‘m not the best of friends, I know,
I can be the clam and crab at times.
But you my friend, you are the companion,
One hopes for, the perfect accomplice,
My masked wicked dreamed of.
A tear floats over spilling,
Running down my cheek. My heart,
Squeezes at your image, a mirage .
My heart no longer listens, so do these?
Wayward drops washing my eyes.
You know its crazy, why it cries
At your buck teeth or your color blind
Fashion and pig tails? I’d never know.  
But you knew. You knew it was hopeless,
You knew it ******. And, you stayed,
Whatsoever. You stayed to give us
The best of memories, you stayed to tell me,
I am here. So what if I’d forgotten.
You know, you are there in my thoughts,
Always. A diamond among pebbles,
You shine in my mind, always and ever.