The Two Lovers

The things we see when we look from our own eyes.

 

Sometimes …

My darling

Walks in stilettos.

She walks up the walls

With her back

Against the road,

The path that leads to nowhere.

Her blue dress

Let known our story.

Though

We are …

Conjoined

Like the people

Between the rocks,

There’s a lot of going around

To get to this point;

The events which drove her,

My beloved,

Up the walls.

This world …

This world is a hard place,

And her red hair

Corroborate

She’s a hot-head.

It is not hard to see,

But nothing is easy;

We used white ladder

To get hold of the light,

Even before the sun

Cast bold shadows.

My lover is surrounded,

Completely swallowed up,

And these walls are not so kind.

All doors are closed,

Saving one;

The one with the hand …

The hand that feeds her the raven

Clawing at her stomach,

And snatching the last key;

The only that can get through to me.

Even if …

She follows the yellow line,

She is no better

Than the three souls

Trapped

In the blue windows.

The car is like us;

A whole with a gray half,

But it knows how to haul her back

To the place before I exist.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think; don't hold back.