Sweet Companions
By Samaris Ayala
My sweetest companions have been clowns and
angels.
A park has a statue as a companion. The children
elderly and animals
All love the statue
My solitude is a companion to peace
Music is a companion to its listener
It creates a road to imagination
Illusions of solitude appear in my dreams
Often my loneliness is an opportunity
It is a comfort rather than a perturbance
Darkness is the color of my emotions
Consequently I live my life through shadows
An outline is present, its definition is conceived
through
transparency
NYC-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. She may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
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