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,

Listening 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.