When the Last Seagull Passed by My Window

I sat by the candle to let the night in

A night had already passed

By that candle once

I read so I can write how I forgot the night

When you found yourself

In someone else’s smile

I filled my pipe of pleasant times

And in my glass I poured spirits longtime lost

As I held myself away, as a promise unkept

I sat by the candle till the night got tired

And the flame drowned in the North wind

Then

I cleaned my pipe, remembered a name I thought forgotten

And put my feet under my dog

To help him 

Sleep

August 10, 2013

©Vahé Kazandjian, 2013