Tuesday, 27 April 2010

The Elusive.

I look into the emptiness
I see a hundred things
Carved into the thin air are all my vivid dreams.
And I can see a face.
With my fingers I trace its contours.
It’s set in white marble,
It’s hard,
It’s shining with glaze.
And with my touch it seems to disappear
Like smoke emanating from a chimney
High up in the air.
And it makes me wonder
Where did I go wrong?
Was my touch harsh?
Did I repel it?
Or is it because dreams shouldn’t be carved into thin air?
Or maybe,
The answer is simple.
No fault lies in me.
It was elusive.
The face set in white marble,
Shining with glaze.


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