The Illusionist
I'll never mouth my fears,
nor my love,
nor my tears.
Stopped wanting to be there,
to be listening,
always care.
Words hit me like speedless arrows...
Frozen whispers
are the cirps of sparrows.
Don't recall our moonlight sway;
the smooth melody's maze
in the wind it blew away.
Do not wish now to hear,
not to listen, any word,
be it sorrow, love or cheer.
Don't want any other "ONE"!
Of love oaths,
I had enough!
But this stranger came to me,
and saw, my ears
from sound I sealed.
My eyes him blinkly teased.
Gazed upon be but,
his eyes never ceased.
Grabbed my hand and pulled m close,
on my lips he placed,
a white petal rose.
Like a magician in deed,
he let sound flood me in so deep,
simply ordering " - Now speak!".
