Farewell to Black
that's how you left,
like bird’s leave
the colors of daylight.
There are taupe black marks
in the name you were given.
But these things stay,
mystery with its dim black shadow,
your deep enthusiasm for sadness,
the ebony black,
that overpowered you,
like the tears I cry for myself.
The soul comes out of you
without recognizing sizes, figures.
You grope, embrace what is not.
Little by little life blew you upward,
hit and hurt you, crashing what was already stopped,
like before, like when you walked.