The heavy outline before the storm
is putting to bed the petals, thorn
like little worn
the nest got curtains weaving
like the weather's music
on a calm evening
sunday burns the past ashtray
from one future smile to
crying yesterdays
it has fake its way
through sleeping awake
at a lover's ache
movement
clouds are low in their commitment
promising a new day
filled with wonder
their outline always cover
what is about to happen
and the wind make atonement
for all these shapes left apart
dancing dissonant
in the immensity of ignorance
in a eye close from its essence
the transparency of exponential
delight
stretching fingers grabbing mine
who is now evaporating
on a slow movement
the heavy outline before the storm
dancing dissonant
carried me home
Painting: Leonor Fini
