Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Now We’re in Colour 

Back then,

Our days were in black and white

And were roaring with excitement.
Before our silent tragedy,

We were two glad young tramps.

Your text frame soon harshly exclaimed,

While mine so sadly just questioned.

Those reels eventually rusted.

 

Over time,

We cleaned up well.

We brushed off with a gentleman’s tipped hat

And a lady’s soothing handkerchief.

 

Today,
We’re in technicolor,

With eloquent lips ready to speak

But it’s long passed sundown

And all the colours that there are

Are darkened by the night sky

And all that we could have said

Remains once again silent.