Within the core of my psyche, I see myself
As a reflection in still water — a very unique portrait
Of a fool. Still… Not entirely who I am.
Gazing at my own face, I disappear like
Slow waves of memories
The cruel storm left. It said goodbye for now
My heart asks for new utopias, but
My inner child is leaving this grayish land
In a watercolored air balloon
She smiles at me… She waves
At the pale grown-up
Dressed in red and black.
I wave back. I smile —
I’m still lost in a fading rainbow