As The Day Passes Poem by jose sarang

As the day passes
I see the colors
Of my body
changes.
Saffron throat,
Orange hands,
Green legs,
Grey hands..

As the day passes
I see my voice
changes.
Whispering breathe,
Soundless moan,
Silenced bark..

The songs
of greens,
Rhythm
of streams,
sealed with a sigh in my throat.
I lost the tales, I recite in the night.
I may not sleep tonight
because I fear the fox howl in the night.

As the days passes,
I see my legs,
walk with the spring, became silent.
I see the streams dried,
And my eyes flooded in grey

As the day passes,
As the day passes
I see,
The gun lean as close,
to my colored skeleton.
A gun,
cold like a rusted copper knife,
silent like a grey fence,
Climbs
on
my
colored
skeleton.....

©josesarang