Untitled

Tiptoeing away from me,

silently

without tears

without laughter

just the pale face

golden sunken eyes

A blue glass dome,

far away

the moon

stirs

The dust of silence

Once

Only once,

I wish you would wake up

To see what happens...

In the nights of separation

What happens...

in the night of mourning..

Fear

Who knows

When or where..

It will strike...

I am afraid of life..

I am afraid of people..

I am afraid of fidelity turning infidel

I am afraid of living

living for just the sake of it

Death is okay;

It will strike

Only once!

Only once!