Blographaphobia

The terrified images of all souls gathering up in my minds
In night cold as if a falcon passing around your breathe,
And witness of the shrill dance of clouds all around me
Made me mad.

I was in the middle of passing cars in the highway I do not recognize which
That all the things parted and gone in the wind,
Like music of nature: They lost their shape, they become starts, they dance in the sky,
They made me mad.

That was the time, while I thought I am in the city, night, cars
That everything was gone, I was alone
Alone and clouds were merely dreams of days which never trusted by a soul
And I trust: I whom must call mad.

I was mad, I was lonely, I was terrified,
I though; this is death, and that was death,
All around me, all in my breathe; all in my loneliness was death.

And I was mad; I was a lost soul among all soul in the picture of dead dream of lost Pharaoh.
And that was the point, nothing, nothing was left, and that was me, in the mirror of your hands
(And your chocolate body of softness)
And the memories all traveled in my mind maded version of your sculpture of Love,
That I become all awake again, in your love breathe of a sleep of become all awake,
And . . .

It was a dream, like all the last lost one which was rarely sweet,
And I am still, still mad.


Soodaroo
2006-12-06
10:26 PM  ¶ 6:51 AM