R A I N B O W

the miss along
time is rainfall
cried the all-sky
more often silent, even after
indefinite wait a thousand days
I bend it yourself
in the light of glory
who generously presented
my figure at the sky when wet
drizzle subsided without sound
and the words 
pen was the poets
it scratched the sides of my body
the immortal ten thousand poems
perpetuate love

which refuse all the time
is drought
season blew ruling cloudy
until toppled without
resistance
seventh is my colour
paintings can not embrace
space
or I'm just a shadow of melancholy
angel
authenticity myself was never
there ....

Agats - Asmat, June 18, 2010