a poem to lonely times

A poem to those lonely times

And his happy mind

Hidden in my letters

Are the lost moments

An oyster’s desires

unbuttoned while

changing different masks

in this chaos of daylight,

Awoke at midnight

In a hope to see my

shapeless decorated dreams

With open eyes.

Scattered by the wind of time

United by words

I walk through the wreckage

Of emotions.

Up high,

Can you hear

Sounds of reunited lovers?

Can it be the sounds of the known?