A Faded Rainbow

The night took offense at me,

packed its most important stars

and was gone with

the goodbye morning.

Time has imprisoned me

in its golden cage, but eternity

still looks forward to me.

I would lie if I promised that the light

would win this unequal battle

with humanity.

I am constantly waiting for the fear

that the last heaven

has thrown out the window.

God has sat down on the windowsill,

watching the last man die.

I wait for the sun

to obediently turn its face away.

Why do you still see the heart

of loneliness in the mirror?

Why is it worth to color

a faded rainbow?