I watched time crumble <br />On the brick floor's slumber <br />From its fated machinism <br />And the pallid light of summer <br />Leaning wearily on the walls <br />Escaped the frosted windows <br />With a somnolent opalescence <br />A wan and aimless escapade, <br />Such a dreamy afternoon <br />Where life pounces keeling out <br />Of gravity and vibrant hues <br />A slumbering dog, poignant from <br />The absence of barks and bones <br />An empty set of walls <br />Once a place called home <br /> <br />The house swooned over <br />From its winding knee <br />And struggling loop of <br />Tightrope heraldries, <br />Like the collapse of lungs <br />As a breath of verve escapes and <br />Heaves back with a titanic space <br />To accentuate the hollow break, <br />Topple and restore, filling emptiness <br />Without making a sound, <br />Without any motion, but <br />The absence of the souls <br />That became its constitutions <br />Floods the vivid light with gloom <br />And the summer is contained <br />Within a wintry solitude inside <br />The lone yearning bones <br /> <br />The curtains unruffled, <br />The floor spread wider, <br />The ceiling climbed loftier, <br />And the saudade croons <br />Played in the air waves <br />With laughs and simpers <br />Tinkering the static <br />And in this chamber, <br />For now, I'm home alone <br />Yet, soon, this place <br />Would be abandoned <br />By my trifle entity and <br />The company of my soliloquy <br />But not of my yearning <br />And shadows and shards <br />And lone feeling in the solitariness <br />That makes this place a home.<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-alone-16/
