Aura Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Aura
It was a very dark night his flash light could only penetrate
darkness a few yards ahead, and inside the light´s circle
layers of night swirled around like mist.
He had been somewhere he should not have been and
her perfume lingered, he knew this track had walked it
many times with his dog, could still feel its presence
which was reassuring. He must have left the track,
collided with an almond tree and her perfume disappeared
in the blossoming scent of the tree.
The band of cloud broke and there was full moon,
a silver light to lead him home; he saw a dog sitting near
he patted the dogs head it looked familiar.
Back on the main road there were street lights, he turned
to tell the dog to come, but it wasn´t there anymore.