fill the winter emptiness

Spherical orbs illuminate
the vast staircase of the ducal palace
where no soul is seen ...
on the frontier street carriages
slide in the rush to arrive
on their ports of destination
transporting unknown passengers
and the mysteries that move them ...
i breathe in the sweet aromas of
an autumn garden,
feeling a subtle cold
foretelling that this will not the night
in which the light of summer
will break the magic of the runes
walking up the marble steps,
breaking the charcoal silence and filling
my winter with pétals of lilies ...