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.
Copyright © Joseph Sabido | Year Posted 2011
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