My world is a canvas
with the painting changing its shape
changing its colours
and changing its age
Depending on angle,
depending on light
and the eyes of those catching its sight.
So please be aware that the romance on the surface
could be a crime between the lines.
And the foe holding my hand
might be the shadow of a friend.
The stranger who promised me the world
could be swallowed by the latter
and be cast into an eternal hush
by the monochromaticity of just one brush.
Amidst the peace of the wheat fields
that are the scions of summer
there could hide a thousand monsters
or the world that is my oyster.
And if you dip it into water
the painting might show another layer
that will change shape
change colour
and change age
Depending on angle,
depending on light
and the eyes of those catching its sight.
"The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come" ~ Leonard Cohen
