THE ISLAND

Island
You bloom
As a fantasy
On some Brunette's contact lens
She combs her hair
And moans the song

Quiet and quieter
There is no colours reflected in the air
A shadow fallows her as she tries to escape
She's jailed
In the gloomy moon
Room without walls
Windows or doors
But closed...

She eats no bread
She walks no floors
She just adores your freckled soul
And keeps on nodding in case you asked her for a dance...

Polished nails
Eye lashes heavy of mascara
So black you couldn't eat them anymore
And pale vanilla face...

She belongs to the race called Sand
That dwells Forgotten Land
Where they gather around the fire
And dance
Till World ends
They recognize no time
They recognize no death

They write words of worship along the beach
And blow it into the sea
To please their Gods

The Island
Where they sit naked opposite to each other
And tattoo their skins all over
Then read one another out loud
In infinity
Like a prayer
As if they were chapel's walls covered with murals
Mesmerized they close their eyes
To trace the past
To last...