Magic Carpet Poem by Adrian Antique

left a dazzling carpet when you tiptoed into my life;
it seemed a quilt from different places woven by some strife..
at times when there's laughter, it turned into blue...
and into golden yellow when i suddenly thought of you.
it's been there for years speechless all over the sala,
like a sleeping rainbow guarding our night black sofa.
i remember you dancing on this mantle of art,
holding my hands like we'll never ever part..
it's designed with images of how we always meet --
endless giggles and footprints on a soft, white sheet.
but these days i invited friends to give it a touch..
to see what colors it'll turn to, we quietly watched --
often it stayed grey for people who didn't care
sometimes its magic worked for those with love to spare.
love then is when you decide to venture beyond the door
and step on this square unmoving technicolor --
although it seems a meaningless nothing laid on the floor,
it could explode into painted puddles never seen before.