XXII

When our two souls stand up ***** and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,—what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,—where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

I always liked chocolate
And perhaps that's why
I fell in love with your eyes.


F.Z.N

I saw a great sign the other day.

"True friends stab you in the front"

I think it speaks for itself.
I would rather know the pain is coming, then having hit you with no warning. That is what really kills.

If my eyes are the window to my soul,
  What do you see?
Do you see the the pain
  And the fears?
Do you see the scars,
  And the tears?
Unshed, holding back everything.
If my eyes are the window to my soul,
Do you see the demons
  Behind my walls?
Do you see my shields
  Ready to burst, to fall?
Down, waiting for a push, a shove.
If the eyes are the window to my soul,
  Then no one is looking.
They don't see anything,
  How hard I try.
They don't see anything, 
  Leaving my soul to die.
Behind the window, behind my eyes.

Imagine a scenario:
A crowded bar
A skyful of stars.
You see a silhouette, that seems familiar.
But you have never seem him, no one your dear.
A near perfect man.
Those lips. Those eyes. The smile.
For you, it's love at first sight.

You go out of your comfort zone.
Look at him and coyly grin.
"You seem like a benevolent stranger", he grins.
Is he for real, you think.
You exchange numbers, dance, talk, laugh and wink.
The night seems to sparkle and both of you stay awake in it's shine.
The morning after looks promising.
You claim to yourself - "He is mine."

Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter
Months go
Time flies.
Vanished, he has. The boy that WAS.

Days later,
Sitting in a neighborhood bar you are drinking alone.
Avoiding any eye contact, drowning in your phone.
Somehow, you manage to see a similar  shadow,
"You seem like a benevolent stranger", says  the boy that IS.
.
.
.
"You seem like a benevolent stranger", says  the boy that WILL

*LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
THERE IS NO SUCH THING.
All YOU ARE LEFT WITH,
ARE SOME HANDFUL OF FLINGS.

Tuck in your white shirt
Sit near the field
It's getting too late now
Our eyes are just about to meet.

Wipe off that red stain
It's splattered all over your jeans
Each step you take gets louder
When you're walking towards me.

Tell me 'hello' once in a while
It's too early to say goodbye
Remind me before I forget
How I remembered you in my life.

Run fast before this fades
Because I'm telling you, it's too dull
Whenever you smile down at my face
I don't feel anything at all.