Mixed feelings locked in
a colorful box.
I never understood,
was the person with the key happy,
and what does power have to do
with love, anyway?
Not including people,
the world ot material things is
pouring over me in slow motion,
and like in a slowly rising flood
my feelings are trying to draw
a nice picture on the wall,
but what comes out
are millions of smudged water bubbles
full of the fragile light
of my simple truth.
The colors of the carpet on the wall
are my childhood.
It is now outlived in the past,
lying buried in peace
in a foreign country
far beyond the iceberg ocean.
And there is a little girl, and
she possesses a colorful box and
in the box is the key of love.