double edge

Mirror feeling 

sleeps inside every one of us

though the screen

looking for someone

reaching you

finding myself

gaze from heart beat

inside, lies every one

looking forward

looking for you

shared illusion

knocking at the door

playing a few cards, 

unsent letters

couple of thoughts

as tangled mermaid hair 

resting my plum head 

beyond the interval

roaming for somebody

found a puppeteer

holding on melting snow flakes

is there any one 

still

no answer 

just dazzled by the charisma of Pierot

by the shallow side,

among the river stones,

on whirling stairs way,

crossing over the bouncing bridge

on every face

every horizon

every vertical

root

cord

parfeum

on every piece of cloud

While sleeping I feel a smile drawing over my face

over yours as well

coucou bird

while the morning opens up