alone in new year

a candle lit
with a velvety shade of purple
with its cinnamon aroma
provides diffused lighting ...

I sit down with a fountain pen
sloped to an emerald green
on the golden,
pondering the words

It's so hard to talk about blue tulips.
in a garden of thorny cacti,
to describe mother-of-pearl dreams
crystallized in black amber ...

the clock on the wall continues its tic-tac
insensitive to the mists that obscure
the island in my interior, beaten by waves,
lonely sailor in an ocean of vain dreams ...