Moon And Poetry Poem by RIC BASTASA

what then happens when
the rain stops

ah, even the sound of the
fallen leaves

what then after all the
stacks of papers are removed

all those stuff you cared for
all burned

then the ashes on your feet
the sighs of your longings

then the sounds of arguments
fade on those halls

what is left? who is left out?
can you suffer all alone?

when you enter an abandoned
house

open the door and what greets
you is the silence of those

empty floors, all furniture
taken, windows closed and dusty still

the heaviness of all emptiness
hangs on your shoulders

you must leave all these in exchange
for that open space of trees

and flashing landscapes on the trains
as you surrender back to your one and
only home: those distant stars hanging
on the vast skies, moon and poetry.