Gray cat, in his basket
Of newspapers shredded
Sleeps undisturbed
Unaware I am awake at this hour
Brown dog decidedly content
To stretch out and slumber
Breathing peacefully in time
With the clock on the wall
Blue, might I say, the color I am
While my house hums along with the night
Under a 40 watt light bulb
I see the shadows fall across my page
And wonder why I just don't call it a night
Surrender to the cloak of the dark hours
Forget his face, for just one night
Tonight
And rest the colors of my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoining the mental serenity and peace in mind within one's own dwelling. Thanks for sharing.