Finito

Out there in the rain

A simple petal of yellow chrysanthemum
vogue aimlessly in crystal clear water
carrying blue dreams to the river mouth

a butterfly in shades of carrot crossed with lilac
flutters in the gray watercolor that is the sky
by between cold and inclement drops of water

sitting on the dark stone bench resting on a carpet of moss,
observing without seeing the old corms and blacksmiths
leaving a colorless cold to wrap itself in my bones

if only the pain ceased and tomorrow would not come,
perhaps then silence would offer me a forgotten peace,
It's late, so late to bloom a rainbow of a thousand colors