Abstract Poem by Clyde King

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