Every day walking stiffly in the doorway of
the courtyard
The dead time , dead stone, agony and oranges
in the courtyard
Life was between the wall and the walls of silence
And the dogs guarding your sleep slept not
They saw shadows in the air, saw shadows in the garden
The dead moon, dead night , gale and a rosary on
The floor
And a yellow and provisional fire consumed the heart
And slowly began to look for fires
And your heart no longer feared the flames of hell
And the endless darkness. Would come love.