Poe 097

A gray screen

I will become

Waiting for the great painter

The premiere me

And ink to cover me

And life to wake me

 

A burned forest

I will become

Wood burning

Smoke to dance

Ash fly

 

A rainy morning

I will become

And all gray dream

As dew drops

In nature come

New life to

 

For the ash is so

Life is gray screen

Life is like

A forest burning

The time to drip

The hands

Unable to hold

All burn

No time even to think

Ash fly