I saw your face last night
with my eyes closed by force
hidden in the depths of my pillow
just a shadow, a silhouette so well known
just lines and curves, geometric figures
flowing together in perfect harmony
how often have I drawn these in my dreams
before my pencil turned blunt and my mind was emptied
I no more recall the colors filling
the spaces, limited in limitless beauty
where once were your lips and your nose
your ears and your brows, your little scars
that mole beneath your right mouth corner
there is now a mixture of black and white
lines confused, crossed-over, strangely arranged
and emptiness where once was everything
just like a geyser that forms a perfect picture
but only lives for a moment
before the water sinks and passes to nothing
was your face there
and is now gone
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SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
