Crying darkness rushes the hour
of bliss and joy timely estranged.
Between spaces and seconds forgotten
- not a single photon,
nor a shining wave -
a lost memory in the calmly void.
Godot came, no long awaiting,
a pint of rainbow and a horsetail brush
brings with him
and a ray of light.
Now the eye sheds a tear
"I see colours"
and Godot is here.