“Ask me a question”
Your eyes turn true
Fixed in the whole of me

You don’t ask for a phrase
Or a poem
You want a question out of me

Working towards the clearing
You want a poetic path
One that leads to Love

Should I put down the pavement
The one that leads to my home?
Will I chase once again its light
Even when it’s noon?

Where is Love?
In the heart
Or in the eyes

And you ask me to ask
The questions that trouble my mind

You don’t let me plan my escape
I can’t lie through a question
I can’t fake love within a question

Aren’t you scared?

I’ll caress my soul
Just the way we deal with pain
Rubbing on your love

I hope you understand
the impact of your life

Maybe Nietzsche* told you
the insignificant creature you are

But to me,
you better believe,
you are there
along the lines

Among the lines of
Love and Desperation

Right there
Circling the strings of frustration
To be better
To be impressive

You better believe
You are there
Along the lines of my thoughts,
songs and poems

I hope you understand the impression of you
Like an imprint on the skin of my soul

The tint you leave on me
It is no less meaningful
than the trail left as beautiful scars

Whether your tint turns
hurtful or pleasant
I find Beauty in it

Like the tattoos you got
Or the one you wish for
And the ones yet to occur

Whether your imprint turns
regretful or satisfying
It remains memorable

I hope you know
You represent a moment
in my Being**

So, take time to contemplate yours
And remember
You are impressive to me