Darkest Poem

The plums,
the grapes,
dandelions and daffodils
weren’t meant to color it.
The fabric of words,
woven in the confines of a lonely skull,
needed something more colorful.

Along came you

As if I found my lost color palette
And sheet after sheet
I painted words
blooming like rose
glowing like ambers
dripping like blood
smelling like wines.

It is fun
To see my world
With rose tinted glass
past, present, future
days and nights
everything colored.
It is fun
To see my poems blooming in the spring of love.

Alas
seasons change
I see horizons darkening
the eyes of storm focusing it deadly gaze at me
I look around the present and wonder what would left once you leave me
I picture myself
watching the trail of destruction,
the patterns emerging on ravaged ground,
the signs from heavens,
that my time has arrived

I picture myself,
picking up the darkest color from the palette,
and writing my last poem,
The darkest poem
so dark that the words would be lost in the veil of darkness..
so dark that no one would be able to read it..
No
not even you

May 7, 2007