Her voice, strong as the sound of thunder
rises above the noise and din.
I am enthralled as if by a Siren,
an echo through time
an eastern rose
reaching out to me.


I find myself staring at those eyes of yours
for a long time
the unblinking eyes of a portrait
that perfectly captured your spirit,
your beauty, that moment.


But it pains me to say that I fell for you,
that I want to be closer to you,
to hear your voice as you are in front of me,
to want just one single touch

because all you get from the dead is cold silence.