Thursday, June 23, 2011

I'll never know if you ever existed

I'll never know if you ever existed,
Or reality might have been tight-fisted.
Should a fevered mind be credited?
Perhaps cerebral fecundity got twisted.

My shadow like some knowing cloud clung
To spacetime faults where, from past future sprung,
While brooks ajangle danced and tree-birds sung
Together they worked in harmony, my heart wrung.

You couldn't have been just an unfeeling pot
Dreams flower in sleep, untouched they rot.
Your eyes, windows to your soul, could spot
Frigid silences, leaping emotions and pauses hot.

Weren't we simply children playing on a warm beach
Or cynical adults mingling with simplicity out of reach?

- Max Babi

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