Human Colors

With paint and brush
You created me out of nothing,
And by your hands I came to life.
Each stroke, each spatter,
Was a mark upon my soul;
You brought color into my life.

At the hearth I was placed;
Your friends looked up in admiration.
In the morning you greeted me cheerfully,
At night you wished me good night.
Between us grew a certain bond,
Invisible and inaccessible to others.

I saw women come and go,
Your heart broken and whole again.
Sometimes you looked at me with sad eyes,
As if sending out a silent plea:
You wished for a woman who was my image,
Gentle and lovingly.

The next day you seemed to have forgotten
everything,
Again I was left behind in my own world,
Trapped in a painting.
And again you failed to notice
My heart's wish and soundless cry
To be a part of your world,
to be human.

1992, 1994