The Color of Wonder



The color of wonder in the alternation of time

Acquired variety

The raven of imagination in the expanse of thought

Was lost in sorrow

New creation mingled with eternity

And schemed conspiracies

The breeze started from the base of wisdom

And began to blow on the sea of lust

Fragrance came out from the shroud of flower

And called the intoxicated butterfly to dance

Color, from the store of petals

Started to sell love

And the dew was born to the wind mother and elements of air

And rested in a cradle of green

Its short life

Was stolen by the morning breeze and the warm ray of sunshine

The tulip with a cup in hand

Waiting for the goddess of pregnancy

Survived in the foothill until it could no more

The rain turned into flood

Until it reached the ocean

The thunder roared so much

That its drum broke and its sound turned vagabond

At times the little birds laughed

And at other moments they cried

The thoughtful fox

Looked at everything

And then with a shrill yip

Claimed thus:

They, even frightened away

The bird of my wonder.