Transform

Sitting by the window

waiting

dreaming

planning

a life beyond its limits

The soft rain turns into a storm,

a fight of mind and heart.

No winner can be chosen

in the fierce battle of life.

Everlasting seconds,

almost stopping,

but defies its scrupulous plan.

Reflect yourself in the deepest pond

of memories

and breath...

Transparent

Writing on the glass,
inverted,
helpless.
Fades away,
clinging to a reality you never knew.
The marked in the heart and soul,
missing pieces in a deformed image.
Past and future
joint together in the moment.
A deadly marriage.

Used

Lying in the gutter,
were you when they left you.
Not for life,
but for the bitter grip of death.
Your dress torn,
lassitude eyes filled with tears,
born of shame
and the desire to die.
You draw your breath frantic,
want control
and past.
Impossible now,
life relentlessly picked by a frozen hand

Morning

Breath on flesh
close, but yet so far
search again,
play hide-and-seek
within the sheets.
Find you
and giggle,
blushing like a rose,
barely embarrassed
by your sudden move.
Feel the daze
drift in like fog
seek, seek...
Lead me,
let me taste
touch
feel...

To mr Mysterious

A word
a sigh
in a blink of a second
dreams swirl,
becomes reality
where she was
and is.


A numbness felt
tingling
sweet, mysterious
from a hand
she did not know.


Seconds, minutes
stop!
Beyond what could be understood
trembling
explode
and see the stars again