world of silence

aboard a trotro, by the right window side,

emotions running bare, with the shared rythms of calming music through my earphones,

peeping outside the window, in search of answers to this 'self inflicted pain'

moving steadily, like the the tears streaming from the bleeding in my heart...
...since its bloodyness will be too frighting to view by onlookers.

Like an answer to my search, i see the machine...ending with the last alphabet...
A machine which caught my attention...and paused my heart for a second.

whithin this attention, i saw my visions on the right seat, with comfort which this trotro denied me...

then the bleeding paused into a world of silence and peace.

My Dance

In the middle of the winter moments in Africa

The bridge which connected the East coast

To the West beaches came down

And with it the little dwarfs that had made

The bridge their home.

Forever came to an end

And Dreams never got a chance to start

Love was wiped from the menu in the snow

Soon came the wind that had prophesied it.

It was surely to be the last dance