my colour farewell to you
Monday, September 27, 2004
As we go through the misty, blurred window
With the colours of pale turquoise and white swirl in harmony
I reminisce about our memories in the off-green landscape
Every morning I wake up to see your sweet face, indulging in tender slumber
And I hold still, sometimes with tears coursing down my cheeks
The pale face and grey eyes was struggling everyday
But I had no idea the pain that was dissolving you
With every step you took, every move you made
I saw the pain that slowly robbed you of your natural fairness
I understand why you never told me.
Perhaps, in where you are in now, you see rich colours of long sought-after dreams
The smiling rainbows and people in styles
No more of the monochrome landscape
The constant black and white sightings
I hear, my dear, the gentle respite flowing wondrously over the hills
The nostalgia sweeps over me with sweet tears
How I yearn to open my eyes each morning and see your gentle face
I place the bouquet at the flower-laden grave
And bid you a colour farewell.
it's Monday, September 27, 2004 now
