Every Moment Every Color - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i can be another person
through you
with your eyes as
i can forget what
i have seen
from mine

will i be happier with what
i see?

i can always be a prism or
you can be mine

i look at you and pass through you
and then
the colors come and i shall love

every moment every color

but for how long? i am called by
by the voice of the wind
to be myself again

my eyes are tired but they are mine
this is home of age,
the house of debacle,
which i cannot piece out anymore
which is the door
and which is the floor

from where i come i shall return
for surely death is still the sweetest home

mourn for me
exude all the colors
my prism..

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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