dark calm

 there is no doubt i will miss it

the colour so rustic of the house

all made of woods

making any light, at least two tones under

the crickets out there so near up to their lungs

giving the silence a melody

i name this energy a mix of red rose soft white

a sense of peace so different of any other i ever felt

mid-sec alcohol in my blood

in the same tone but as if it was clotted

refined feelings some how close to a equilibrium again

some times we need these little things

like listening to every thing around

to get out of your world and all of its weight

just to stop it all for a second

and reconnoiter

to turn off the automatic, to reboot

in the night, a dark calm

maybe it will be like it

but never this kind of uniform, unenlivened 

that old gold to remember and have that corner smile

oh, the last sip of wine is always unique

even more in this sweet volume down of

almost no noise of the night up here in the montain