A Lady's Visit To My Life

Your silence hurts. It’s a thought that I don’t get, Known only by you, Lost through the labyrinth Of your insanely beautiful hair. It’s too late for words. We told the wind everything It had asked from us. Behind petals you are hiding, Your mystery’s the beginning of the world. Not a kiss, not a word. We are perfect strangers. Artful gestures conceal your thoughts, You’re smiling, But your eyes betray you: You are far, far away. I will suffer again In endless nights And cold rains of fall And devouring memories Of you, my dear lady. I can still see your face, White butterflies are flying wild Like then when I was a child.