I have never seen a dead wrapped in black .
I have never seen...

When my dad died,
He was bathed in the river of tears with chanting hands ,
And was wrapped in white and tied with three knots .

It was long back,
When ,
I was crying for my dancing doll broken on the floor .
I wrapped my weeping doll, in my white scarf stitched my pain and tears .
And then, 
They took my dad away to the clouds of soil,.
Never to return...

The roses , bloom for my dad in my hands are dried every day.. 
I have never seen a dead wrapped in black .

Once ,
Once, I started to smile with the river,
Once ,
I started to dance with the moon, 
They wrapped me in a black,black shame .
When I was speaking with the streams and dreams, 
They wrapped me in black, 
In black 
It was long back ,
when my songs died in a fall,
They tied the black on my neck with a knot ,
And spiderwebbed my eyes,hide a stream of tears .
Now,
I see all in a faded black,
I see the night ,
I see the night .
I hide my faded smiles , 
my silent prayers in a black,black veil.
I hide my dancing hands in the black, black night .

I wrap ,
My dancing doll in a white scarf ,stitched my heart and my soul ,
With my little tears,
With my singing lips you never see

I wrap myself with the night,
And wear the river of fireflies with the night ,....

©josesarang