Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
The wintry Nun of the night goes out of her temples;
And slowly steps down under comets and stars.
She has held an holy vespers in the Helios’ alter;
And her robe flourishes above my sleeping town.
As a dog of devotion my emptiness squats on the doorsteps;
And I see it to lick lonely memories left by occasional guests.
As besotted my home spins her roof over near black squares,
And a cold gloomy wind is just kissing her windows tonight.
And the doorbell keeps her silence-
as a shell thrown out by the Ocean;
And the watch moans her dreams-
crucified on the wall.
If you come towards me,
As a moon full of a lone and emotion,
Show me only on hint,
I will be happy to open-
every gate of my soul!! …