PAINTING FEELINGS
from a pale
almost watery yellow
to the richness of
dusty old gold
flowers
or maybe just spirits
ideas or hopes
will find themselves
forever entangled
in the most fluid dance
between concentric
and
tangential circles of light
angels embraced by
their own fragile wings
were spreading around
the lightest violet cast
over tormented souls
as they sung
hymns of glory
to celebrate
the peace and stillness
of an enchanted
and forbidden joy
as I was painting
just random feelings
I rhetorically asked myself
which color is sound
and
which one is smell
which one is the eternal love
and
which one is no more
than just peaceful abandonment
an avalanche of colors
took over my life
as I willingly exiled myself
to an island
of total and profound stillness
until the moment when
the bluest sky
I ever knew
without much warning
gathered dark threatening clouds
of worry and fear
that very minute
I knew
the day has just run out
of peaceful sounds
of heavenly smells
and comforting joy
I never since
painted again