there are holes in the wall
              that you can't see,
               it smiles for it stands
                  strong and sturdy

you
may        
            cover it
                               up and deny it
        but you know too well

           that within the chateau
of your words
                  
                          lies a gentle heart

Here he is
on the swiveling chair
thinking about someone
who would eventually care

There he is;
concealed by the book cover
seeking refuge
in tales and fables,
the words started to hover

O! Keeper of the moon
With heavy eyes and broken dreams
I bade you listen

the perennial fragments of your past will haunt you in ways you wished  never existed

the voices you once heard will make languid circles above you, making you dizzy

and as you to continue to find your way to the clearing, the eyes of lover slither by(behind you). Its fangs sharp and ready

while heaving through the undergrowth you stop,realising it took too long and too much....

let me speak to you about the shadows that lurk in the alleys of your eyes
let me speak to you about the breeze that moves through your hair as gently as a lover's hand

let the words creep into your ears and to your heart- on tiptoe under the moonlight

let it dance around you:swirling and twirling with grace to a series of tensely lovely interludes building up to a ****** that never comes