The Invisible Man

Alone

And deep into the night,

When reason meets insanity,

You long

For times gone.

A face draws beautifully

To your imagination;

Your sorry solace.

A cup of ara on the table

And memories of a beautiful past.

You take a sip from the cup;

Only to burn your inner self.

Another sip, another thought...

You draw semblance in love and ara:

Its funny how you try forgetting

Only to remember

And miss it more...

You retire

To a reverie of the most exciting thoughts: -

Thoughts of a singular lovely face.

Love and ara,

Locked in a dead grip:

Your weakness.

A tear drop grazes your cheek,

The joys of heaven,

You reason.

Deep within,

Chained to your nature,

Your thoughts in trains are

But

Just a subject,

Subject to your delusions of love.

You love

Only to employ feelings of indifference.

You drink

Only to thrist for more.

You see

As far as your dreams.

The rest

Is oblivion .

Slowly

Your senses draw a vague picture

A picture of you

And a picture of her

Now,

Silently and surely,

You drift

Drift away

To the other side.

Life is beautiful there,

Love abundant.

There

She is yours.

Here,

She is

But just your dream

Another sip from the cup

Heaven sweetness

This ara in a cup

Drift.. drift..

Dreams...