Solitud

Solitude comes like rain.

It rises from the sea into the night;

from far, desolate plainsit journeys toward the sky that always holds its light.

Then down from heaven, it descends upon the towns.

It drips soft as rain at dusk’s dim borderline,

when alleys turn to greet the breaking dawn,

when hollow bodies, stripped of all design,part from each other, sorrowful and worn;

when souls that loathe one another still must lieupon one single bed, beneath one sky:

Then solitude surges forth, a flooding tide…