The Book of My Life

In between my decorative cover I laid a lot of colourful words In red, blue, green and white In black, sorrow and pain All the doubts in yellow I wrote in pink The nightmares I went through In upper case I kept The fragrance of lofty thought You taught me In tight secrecy, the memories In maroon, in turquoise The joy I got Side by side Along with the moon Still words are merely words You can not see The wounds of the wind Oozing of the heart Red blood of the dream Still unmakes the image Of the blank space Left by you With Big Dash I am only Able to paint The sound of Of emptiness