Yellow world

Blind poet wrote ‘yellow’ before darkness
Who wants to remember as a last world
A yellow world that stood out in the fog.
But your fog can be felt like a frog visible
Only by its leaps across the rain puddles.

A yellow sun that stands out in darkness
Stays in eyes like before they are closed.
Words are little frogs in this yellow world
Visible only by sudden jerky movements
Across long stretches accruing meaning.