Category: Poems

The great painter of horizons dips his brush in dreams.

But this he cannot paint; the world beyond color.

Velvety becomes the canvas when he tries to paint.

Fluctuating like the waves, too wet for the eyes.

For the world beyond color is beyond dreams.

The monochrome rainbow is a bridge to oceans.

And only lidless eyes may see its bottom.

Still he tries to paint it in vain.

I wandered in the dark, until darkness knew me.

My name and my soul. Then it walked beside me.

It asked no questions and answered none.

Nameless was the night between us.

Until a dreadful dawn.

When prayers turned to short screams.

Walls painted red. Names hacked in stone.

I wandered in the light the rest of my days.