A Transfer Of Assurances Poem by RIC BASTASA

In the meeting of the frail monastery
Of light
And the wet trickles of the rain
By the wall
Between them
Speaks the throat of the wind
Murmuring
The loneliness of their hearts

It is the breaking of day
And the little bird
Sings the
Darkness of the fences
Disintegrating into shattered
Shadows

The exhilaration of the sun
Comes like a passage
Of his chants of
Love
Sleep decays
Between the trees
And the hammock
Of green grass

The assurance of what is azure
Dissolves the regrets
Of her insecure sighs
Emotion moves
In little glances
And close the cracks
Of his doubts
Vulnerable
Her fervor climbs like
A vine
Climbing toward
The gentle rays of the sun
And like
An old myth
She rests and sleeps again
In the broadness
Of daylight