The Note

Golden lamp, blue table
My simile out there
Swaying, tumbling
Bare canary yellow
Cheerful as a flair

Whitish lamp, gray table
Stranded me out here
Still, gentle, placid
Moist, silent and pale
As if a mare
Without a u-shaped label

Blue table, white chair
My simile out there
Warm, restless, playful
Actions, I hardly dare

Grey table, black chair
Cold me, out here
Generous to compare
For which I care

A window in between
Asking me to stare
At that yellow kite
Flying vehemently out there