L'aura del Campo

The unseizable colors of waves that break

The unseizable colors of waves that break

The unseizable colors of waves that break
upon black sand and the now still heart, the dark
color of the sound of the wind it makes

that circles the waiting house where still she aches,
expecting him to hurry on home, disembark
the unremitting colors of waves that break

against windows, candle-lit, where chocolate cake
sits by the now empty chair, the un-remarked
color of the sound of the wind it makes

when it carries a burden that no one can take
or give back to the unseeing eyes in the stark
un-remorseful colors of waves that break

into a house that once was a home, then shakes
the curtains, dries what's splattered on rough hewn bark,
the color of the sound of the wind it makes.

A soft sigh bids good-bye to a child that wakes
to wonder at quiet, the uncut cake, so dark
the unseizable colors of waves that break,
color of the sound of the wind it makes.

© Kåre Enga [168.xxx] February 27, 2013

A villanelle inspired by Mattias Carlberg.

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