I found you

I found you.

At last
Every letter is a hole
burned
in the middle
of
the endless
white.

Every tone
is an empty
space
on the surface.

At last.

I can hear
the rain sneaking
trough
the darkest dark
of
the window sash.

And
the fear
can play
with those
sullen leaves
resting in decay.

At last…

Everything stands still,
and the dustman shuts
fireflies of steal…