An empty house bewailed its past
Just stripped of its precious nest,
Of furniture and all those goods,
That made it stand in neighborhoods.
It felt so naked, full of shame,
All days’ taste was full of lame,
It felt so lonely on the grounds,
How much it missed of joy’s sounds!
Day by day were passing through,
Viewers of the passing, few,
The sun, the moon and tiny stars,
And maybe few unseen quasars…
Breezing the air of late fall,
The days were getting evenly small,
The winter was there, it felt its breath,
And all above the empty stress.
The breath became longer, hardly felt,
Even the snow started to melt,
The spring was close and so much light,
It felt the space becoming bright.
The space grew in, and how much space,
It caught the shadows of day’s pace!
Relieved from grief and from the past,
Freed from worries, free at last!
