SO CLOSE

You could take my fading clothes

And everything I own

My crystal dreams will be still be on hold

Hung around my throat like a virgin rope

Even then I won’t let  go

Dump my ambitious frame outside

in the unrepentant cold

My crystal dreams will still be on hold

You could murder my blosoming hopes

And be glad my lost destiny may never unfold

My crystal dreams will still be hold

Waiting for the appointed time  to explode

My yesterday‘s caged dreams may be parole

But tomorrow she would certainly unfold.

This crystal dreams will still be on hold

For like a cup full of cream milk

She would certainly overflow

Like  blosoming rose in her  morning glow

Yearly, begat  monthly to bring it so

No more would my crystal dreams be on hold

As I embarrass destiny with my  arms so close.

That unfriendly foes arose in utmost shock.

Yet froze.

Seyidekol [C) 2007