You Are My Best Poem Dear

As my senile eyes are looking up At the rainbow colours of my karma My heart is drowning submerged By the morbid cacophony around I am happy with my silent body Woven around a confident soul Up above, my karmic colours Are weaving a magic carpet My vision is sure of its reward But this morbid cacophony this moment As if from the House of Hades Forbids me reaching that magic carpet As my confident soul supports my soaring My agile mind timely shuts my hearing My vision makes my force rise up With a sudden tug my hope sits up Cacophony stops..alas..! I am alive I tell my Life "You are my best poem dear"