Tuesday, April 08, 2014

That first look

In that reflection you thought you got hold of it
For a second we looked as if …
In the mirror installed in the window frame
I want to remember only that first look.

Otherwise we faked it! for better memories
Could I ever keep apart
The new ones, the fake ones
All of it the same muck, that is
What he called it. Shoot the brain!
Someone screamed. Someone cried.
Someone punched someone, blue gaze.

The day when you know
Your ears are deaf, the songs are mute,
Close your eyes and sink.
There is dance in those silent moves.