My Friend Sadness.

I took a guided tour
Of sadness.
Everything around me
Speaks of happiness
The colours, the scents-
The texture of the roses
More sanguine than blood.
I have the formula
To make people laugh
I have perfected it.
A clown, a willing clown.
Inside my myriad costumes
And behind smiling lips,
So skillfully painted on-
Sadness has claimed helpless
Victory.

Moments

Moment, now, here -stay!
Where is the need for more?
You ask.
I look at it, this moment
I let it strain through my fingers
This moment
Empty.
I juggle all the possibilities
Of this moment
I try to safe-keep
Its taste, its smell
Empty.
I try to listen to it
Please say something!
Anything!
This moment has no voice
Hollow and lame-
Like a forsaken mollusk shell
Empty.
Like me.