Monday, August 27, 2012

The Smile

The Smile

Spare me a smile
Glanced over your shoulders.
The void...
Then darkness...
Afar again.

The touchable presence of yours
A pleasant time by some waterfall
The farmer's backyard...
Then the sun...

Seems we have passed out
For months...weeks
Staring the treetops
Or just my fantasy...

I still can't look at those pictures
Without bringing you alive

The true and pure smile
Insists on keeping me blind.