Thursday, 3 December 2009

A play of colors and time*

The piercing morning sun
Breaks the wall of ebony shades
Built by nocturnal reflections
Of the unquiet mind

The lips are smiling
The eyes are shining
The body is on go
But what about the soul?

Even the most piercing of all suns,
A rainbow,
With all its parachuted colors,
The greenest grass of the first day of spring
Cannot bring back the colors of an aging soul

The grey that reigns once
Reigns infinitely
Gray is irreversible
Just like gravity

Can you force life on that which is long dead?

2 comments:

raskolniikov said...

lovely. i like your dark style.

Derailed Poet said...

Whoa! I love this one!!! Excellent!