Long Like the Rainbow

While a sad poem Pours down the trees tops And the moonlight caresses them, My miserable life’s path Slowly comes to an end. Surrounded by silence And deadly darkness like the toll Nothing but profound sorrow Felt only by the lonely ones Long like the rainbow… Oh, how much its black tone hurts Dreams in the hand Are nothing but a blank paper Washed out by hostile rains I have no one in this world In me, sorrow and nothing more. A bitter cold night… On the lake of dreams It writes this poem in tears Once the joy embraced the darkness And now it’s gone