Into the Crowd of Fake Smiles

In the dark alley where I walk People wear fake smiles Strings attached to their feet as they walk And chatter of rumors and lies. The smell of sweat on their face filled the air And their bodies frail like fish bones, Moving like spiders in a dark lair With sober eyes and sad tones. Then as I walk, I saw this girl Golden hair covering her face. I felt Cupid’s arrow like a javelin hurled; Like a gunshot in an Olympian race. The lace on her foot stained with dead earth, Torn to pieces by the roses’ thorns Her face pale like smoke in Vesta’s hearth And her hair golden as the desert corn. She stood like a beacon in the dark alley; A glow in the dim past, A flower in a deserted valley Like a colored stone in a dull cast. She smiled at me and the world stopped, She passed by me and her hair brushed against my skin. I felt the fire in me intensified, And my mind like a top spinned. Her beauty stole me away from reality; Her beauty kissed me deep into trance But the Paradise vanished when she immediately ran Deep into the crowd of fake smiles. I searched for her but all in vain, Days have passed, I felt incomplete And my heart felt romance’s pain, Memories with her I wished to repeat. But winters do last for a season And the feeling of loneliness grew to lust; And lust with obsession is born, For a girl whose name is unknown.