The Darkened Room


Why would we switch on the filament lamp
In the twilight when edges lose their form
And the feeling of an insolvent damp
Seeps through unrepaired cracks before the storm?

As the blue air quiet with resignation
Escapes in few seconds of fading light
Nature would cower with indignation
When we unveil the secrets of the night

As all things said and done evaporates
In the morass of minute memories
The true epilogue that one meditates
Shall dissipate into corollaries

The outlines of familiar faces brood
In the fading gloom of luscious essence
Made in the deep caverns of earthly mood
Their soft grip on the gift of permanence

Every act submits to the sense of sight
The master of all human faculties
If nature makes a blindfold out of spite
What strains then move the tearful melodies?

The tempest in the dark would be less bleak
But for the whipping blows of howling wind
An occult presence nears as the doors creak
Nothing a warm blanket will not rescind 

The many lessons of the darkened room
Are the preparations of a conscience
Beleaguered by the constant pangs of doom
To sleep praying for a time of patience

Lucignano 13 3 2007