As cold as grey that forms my frame,
How it has faded away…
Colors of rainbow, woven and spread,
Today
But streams a rain that rinses its gleam
Into countless, flashing sheets…
How it wishes to grasp
The kid standing still,
The dawn with a fishing pole,
Whatever be found
But for a simple proof:
From where I’ve stood, to where I’ve been,
And now I’m gone,
As a breeze in the dark,
Whispering
To those that had come…

Farewell

(Late is this work
For the Father of my friend
2007/12/9)

2008/1/1