7-17-07

  tonight i tried to write something different
but the colors faded into
the ink drops that dried up to
fascinate you in a spectacular wonder
full of explosions and dried out
lines that would never end

  i closed my eyes and i tried
to think of something beautiful
but that also glided past me
because the foils covered me
so deep within that
nothing makes sense to me anymore

  golden the sun blazed
into a multitude of colors so bright
that even my angels took flight into the Milkyway
and i began to laugh; i laughed so loud that
even God smiled at me

  crescent embers dripping down now
only because beauty lacks knowledge of me
i held out my hands to try to catch my tears
but only you know how many i cried today

  i tried to write something different
and i think that one day it might
become a Masterpiece;
but only after i'm dead
because after all us Poets only become famous
when we die.

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