When I looked at the abstract
Menagerie of colors
I felt his pain
I've seen inside his
World of darkness
From the sorrow of his heart
And mind that seemed
It would last an eternity of tomorrow's
His arched motionless body
Gave him a scent of dark peace
As he laid his head over
His strong framed knees
He looked to be praying
His soul was in need
As I watched he slowly reached
His tired yet artistic looking arm
To that small space among the dark
As if he was calling it to come
So he could look beyond
My soul has to mourn
I heard him say in his silence
And then after the grays
And blacks and blues pass
My mind will renew
With lights of the future
And will come in pastels
And strokes of happiness
June 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem