Changing Colours

Where is the bud with secret desires? To be the beam of colours, fragrance and romance Where are the flames, where are the fires? Is life nothing but a bubble’s dance? Ripped, torn and tattered in the dust’s coffin Green leaves turn into yellow then wither away Glory of the past transforms into ruin In the evening of gloom turns life’s sunny day When the roses blow, the nightingale sings The fragrance rides the chariot of breeze Autumn lays in hiding to ambush the spring This law all knowing providence decrees The amorous philandering of youthful days The remarkable feigning, the pretensions, the lies Attraction and charm in sinful ways Ignoble lust in romantic guise My wandering thoughts in moonlight pale Drift me at times from joy to despair The unsolved mysteries of changing colours prevail Lift the veil of obscurity, my vision, dare!