Darkness is so close!
The night peeks around the corner,
black as the cup
of coffee
I usually drink at midnight.

Autumn? Before it returns,
I will be able to calm
prophetic dreams, to trap
the wind
that seizes life
with an icy, almost dead hand.

I want to see in you
a signpost that will reveal to me
the solution to this mystery.
My time loves
the needles of still young stars,
delights in the rain
that allows it to satisfy
its need for fear.

Why is there so much
sadness in your future?
Will I find a body
that was deliberately stolen?