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.
