Ceasure

You will never know
What beauty i behold
A catscan of your thoughts
Wandering abroad..

A glance touching void
Reaching for the stars
All so young and bold
Like Venus and Mars.

Still, my sky is empty
Dust vowels trust
But the wind degrades
All alive into memory-rust.

Smelling parfume
Writing it down
In a cold, quiet room
Where all is round.

Desperately cornering
Drawing into circles
But you're fading
As I loose all the hurdles..

2010/11/01