INTO THE OBLIVION

if i could jus glide away tonite
like the steam of a coffee.
black, sugarless and comforting

by the river

hello
said the evening sun
to him

he is sitting by the river
watching his reflection
pulsating in the waves
as they dance up in the flames of the setting sun.
narcissist by the fire river

the bird 
cooing from the coconut tree on the other bank
sings to him a thousand songs

he sits besides the songs
motionless
till the songs and he,
they become one...
an entwined tendril of beings
rising up the river
like an evening rainbow

violet
indigo
blue
green
orange
red
yellow


("it was all yellow")


one by one
the river picks up all colours
and goes away, to a far off bank

on this bank,
he sits
his reflection rising up in the flames of the rainbow river.
narcissist by the rainbow river