Last night

came round
she,
rabid,
blue, color of night,
red, color of wine,
the storm
brought
her mane of water,
eyes of cold fire,
last night she wanted
to sleep over the earth.
She arrived suddenly,
freshly unspooled
from her wrathful star,
from her azure den,
she wanted to sleep
and prepared her bed,
swept away forests, paths,
swept away mountains,
washed stones from ocean,
and then
as if they were plumes
cleared the pine groves
as to make her bed.
Abruptly
it was silence:
a leaf
went alone in the air,
like a violin flying,
then,
before
it could reach the ground,
tempest, in your hands
you took it,
you applied all the wind
to blow its horn,
the entire night
to walk with its horses,
all the ice to whistle,
the trees
savages
to express the wretchedness
of those fettered,
the earth
to groan like mother
calving,
from a single breath
you sheltered
the rumor of the grass
or the stars,
you cracked
like a canvas
the inactive silence,
the world was filled up
with orchestra and fury and fire,
and when the lightnings
fell as hairs
from your phosphoric forehead,
fell as swords
from your warlike waistline,
and when we thought
that the world was ending,
then,
rain,
rain,
only
rain,
the whole earth, the whole
heaven
reposed,
the night
bled out falling
over the dream of man
only rain,
water
of time and of sky:
nothing had fallen,
but for a broken branch,
an abandoned nest.
With your digits
of music,
with your infernal din,
with your fire
of nocturnal volcanoes,
you played
lifting up a leaf,
you gave strength to the rivers,
you taught
to be men
the men,
to fear the powerless,
to mourn the sweet,
to tremble
to the window panes,
but,
when
you were going to destroy us,
when
like a knife
fury descended from heaven,
when you trembled
the whole of the light and shadow
and the pines were biting
baying to the sea in darkness,
you, delicate
tempest, bride of mine,
furious,
you did us no damage:
you returned
to your star
and rain,
rain green,
rain full
of dreams and germs,
preparatory
rain
of harvests,
rain that washes the world,
rinses it
and recreates it,
rain for us
and for the seeds,
rain
for the oblivion
of those dead
and for
our bread of tomorrow,
that alone
you left,
water and music,
for that,
tempest,
I love you,
count on me,
come back,
wake me up,
enlighten me,
show me your way
that I may join you and sing with your song
the voice determined
tempestuous of a man.