Find
Bind
That light
At night
This white glow
This wild flow
To your mild mind
To your mauled kind
If you are a man
Even a woman
This light will just skim you
This wave will just bless you
And as you are wondering
And as you are pondering
Where on Earth it must have gone
By which hand it had been done
One minute, the seconds have died
Wait! But alas, you have not tied
This escaping light to your body
This everlasting odd energy
Your bitter tears are just about to drop
Soul, your stronger desire was to crop
A light lump of this eternal infinite
A little drop of this nectar to ignite
The shadowy details of your long existence
Your jewelry lost its original essence
Tainted, dirtied, grazed by this running running out time
Though nothing has frozen however here comes the rime
So if this life is a so-called perfect symmetry
Yes, everything fades away, everything but poetry
For it knows the silent, hidden, pure chemistry
To be stronger than this bustling busy clock
When it experiences the writer's block
A verse is waiting to be created
A unique page awaits to be crafted
While against it has lost forever
The time. It has reversed the order
This universal unity
Flares up under the canopy
And in your room, inspired
Your footsteps never tired
You are following it
You are capturing it
It has surrendered
You were not gathered
With this blind mass
It shall not pass
The border
Oh writer
Here is
Iris
Found
Round
∞

May,11, 2013, onboard a train to Paris