All Things Black

Canopy of draperies obstruct

the light that enters my dark room.

It formulates funny patterns on the wall,

and reflects the reality
of particles of dust.

My milky way turns into a galaxy

of an overly blackened sky,

as the sun fares westwards,

kissing the luscious horizon

that displays its fancy.

Symbolism plays a cruel joke

as I see my own dark shadow

dancing along the floor of my room.

It stays there blackened by charred times

and disappears like a puff of smoke.