Overlooked so many times when I was ~wings~
I've passed briefly across the sea of your poetic
Endless streams and rivers; your upheaval way-
Snobbish smart butterfly ties grew your head up.

Without suffocating without any pause, you were
Gentle-man once ~ giving me the 'credibile' break-
Down the lane in Athens where Partenon resided
I saw your unfavouritable pilgrimage to awards.*

*The guitarist at the dock played for herself, dreaming.

Come and take me with you to the chamber of love,
and prove your love to me once more
So strongly scented, I smell the Jasmine in the front yard
This made my heart calms by itself

  We sat on the bed and gazed deeply into each other eyes
Suddenly, I saw verse within a song.
and my unwritten poem to be published based on my emotions.

those nights still matter
who would have thought?
there was blooming flower
amongst the rot

who would have thought
you'd make your way
leading me along
the sweet decay

you were so serene
I don't know, I mean,
the whole scene seemed
ripped from that one good dream

I felt your body
I knew it's contours
I traced your silhouette
colored inwards & outwards

I miss that feeling
it was something else
I was okay with my place
amongst your shelf

from within your shelter
I so sensed your center
awed at flower-wrought archway
I craved to enter

intention never ever resembles
any mention of any pieces assembled
the fine lines I've acknowledged
I'm scanning within the middle

I've since longed to be with you
within you without you