Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Yellow

She walks in a daze,
Her eyes glazed unblinking…
She sees nothing through open eyes,
The world a yellow haze…

The yellow overshadows everything
The dark silhouettes lit anew
Their colours all lost,
Only yellow shadows sing.

The dream descends on her lids
Powdered with yellow dust
As her sad old bones creak
And her house gathers yellow rust…

The yellow brightens the day
And darkens the night…
The billionaire of day
Becomes of a beggar of light…

Yet the yellow stays
In the dark corners of the street
The yellow drapes the city nights…
The yellow washes my feet.

No comments: