In the evening we came back
Into our yellow room,
For a moment taken aback
To find the light left on,
Falling on silent flowers,
Table, book, empty chair
While we had gone elsewhere,
Had been away for hours.

When we came home together
We found the inside weather.
All of our love unended
The quiet light demanded,
And we gave, in a look
At yellow walls and open book.
The deepest world we share
And do not talk about
But have to have, was there,
And by that light found out.

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns—
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.

Note nothing of why or how, enquire
no deeper than you need
into what set these veins on fire,
note simply that they bleed.

Spain fought before and fights again,
better no question why;
note churches burned and popes in pain
but not the men who die.

Midnight creeps into view and the fog weighs heavily on my eyes,
Walking in the last sacred place that has not been tainted,
Divine in its authenticity and designs of reserved grandeur,
The barren surroundings and decrepit structures painted,
The snow begins to fall onto the branches of the willow tree,
The night calls out to me and the wilderness stirs with sentience,
The wolves begin their descent from the mountains approaching,
Encircling me waiting for my integral compliance,
I fear them; with their feral eyes and primal rituals,
I fall to my knees grasping at the soil in sincere repentance,
My eyes reflect those of an innocent pure soul,
They beckon me to the edge of the dense tree line in diligence,
I follow hesitantly through the darkness of the forest,
The wolves gather in a clearing around a beautiful brown fawn,
Heads bowed in apology at having to steal a life in its prime,
The night grows further from the forest and so breaks a new dawn.