Beyond The Glass

A name

Embracing my hand from the bench

As the sun goes down

You appeared with a chance

I couldn't forget your name

Not making me a lame

It was a long hall, how did you come fast?

I stopped wondering with a blast

When the reflection cut my soul

I held your delicate fist

I love the feeling of prematurely

Covered the revelry

Listing to you as an ethnology

Gleaming as the time passing

I am not sorry for making a centre

Carrying our tryst

Forgetting all my avenges

Seeing as the morn sun

Unleashed my sadness with softness

I stopped waiting on a tree for a hint

I'm a lullaby with your tent

I'll be here until Soul recalls

I'll be here until the doors collapse

I'll be standing on a one-foot

Until I remember your name