Felt no pain, I lay perfect,
As her shadow cried unheard,
Felt no remorse, i lay untouched,
The fingers gently, went Cold.
Stolen shades of yellow, bright,
Scattered, my borrowed canvas white,
For that abstraction of green, Broken,
Dimly went Unfold.
On that picture of our unison,
With subtle strokes of imagination,
Half dried paint, abandoned,
I had Emptied, my dreams of Gold.
Gently I let go of the crimson,
Lay with lifeless monochrome,
Roamed, I mindless, everywhere,
Searching the rainbow I Sold.