All his sickness disappeared
And his face was full of cheer.
Packed his bag and went to Rachel
“Please forgive me, special angel.”
I don’t want to be a crook
I just want to write a book.
I know structure, I know colors
And combined they will do wonders.
‘Yes my darling, stay with me
I’ll support you, just be free.
I believe that doing this
Will be good for Kathardis.’
He wrote home that it is over,
And he quits his job forever.
Asking trust as helping hand.
Cause they’ll never understand.
Without waiting for response
He began his faithful cause.
Searching for a way to write
What was only as a thought.
He began to find a pattern
And a balance in the matter
Where the color takes a structure
In relation with a number.