Saturday, 1 March 2014
The beauty of my spotless eyes.
My mind tiptoes into assaulting memories.
I hide my words and bite my tongue.
(Remembering like this needs silence).
But my hands take a life of their own,
they dance with my stubborn heartbeat,
and scratch blank pages with vivid dreams.
Those precious moments that are just gone,
To love, to cry,
to win, to lose,
to surrender to beauty
as it becomes the pupils
of my sad eyes.
how could I not be grateful
for having lived so many dreams?
in company, in solitude,
with lovers, with strangers,
with you, my love,
my sweet friend?
Do you remember how
I loved you, how I cried with you,
won you once, was stubborn,
and then surrendered?
I lost you.
Still, your beauty is all
my spotless eyes see,
without ever shedding a tear
nor a single shadow