Solitude
Someone at the door again, my ailing heart?
No … no one…
Perhaps a passerby, going away

The fading night …
the stardust scattered across the heavens
Sleepy lamps wavering in the corridors
Weary of the vain vigil, the roads too have gone to sleep
An alien dust has buried the footprints

Blow out the lamps!
Lock away the wine and glasses
Bolt up your restless doors
No one - ever - will come here now.