I often wonder
The realness of reality
Like a spiral
Into the endless dream

Old blood darkens
As it leaves my body
From what source
May I speak to you

All the voices
Singing along
All-around

Dancing people
Holding hands
Drinking wines

Speaking verses
Of self-reiterated
Retelling
Of the same story
Again and again

I often wonder
At the beauty of such a view
Of nothing apart from you
Yet to be apart to see you

Voicelessly these thoughts
Perpetually spinning
Talking about
Nothing

Then again
What am I to judge
For they are a part of me
Repeating what I see

Speechless.
I just feel your existence
In bliss...

Oh...
you are so beautiful