The beautiful blue eyed
doll lying emotionless
can not talk to me
and you are not
that doll .
yet
every time I see her
extinguished memory fragments
glow again and tears appear magically
flowing endlessly within me
I am a cry baby
aren't I?
Every night in the moon
I see
a brown mare leap
to high five the stars
like those glances of yours
which still mystifies me
Now
I am at loss of words
In a trance, under the spell
So
Is this love's monologue?
A deep slumber
I shall never wake up from
completely fallen deep into
the eternal pool of love
placing my trust on you
what spell must I chant
to break through
to you
The perfect thing
that would bloom
the bud in you
riding blindly in the
vehicle of hope
in circles in search of
that one expression
which will catch you and
me unaware braced by instincts
into eternity but
for now
its only silence