i am still looking
for a metaphor that best suits me
one that can put a good color to a
demise
of noble thoughts that
soon shall leave
all of us, i am still carefully sorting
scent, color,
shape,
and texture
what appears in my mind is purple
but it will be too royal when i am not
scarlet is a little bit scary
perhaps
while will do, it will be the scent of a flower
wilting
as the sun fades away to give way to the reign
of the princess of
darkness
darkness is not evil, it is a way of giving in
to sleep
that is sound and
eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem