The torrent rolls along,
wrinkles joining the ride..
Once the blue of sky formed halos.
And Every Day Blossomed in Full Color!
But now sleepless eyes scour the darkened walls.
Color escapes into shades of grey.
Tired bones wail for peace,
that only age knows is on the other side.
Come along, come or stay...
But I shall find my colored halo today.
And so I will light your sky tomorrow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem