You celebrated the
music of silence.
Never in dreams, your
eyes pained me.
You the goddess of
vermilion.
Between the words,
hidden the
Eloquent dreams.
As it turned the
tides,
In search of my
shores,
As it turned tears
into vapor,
Celebrated the words
to touch,
A new dimension.
Searched senses
floating above the words,
I could see the
customary rites,
The gun shots by the
gatekeepers.
No comments:
Post a Comment