K-pax

A sunny morning, almost spring,

your drowsy smile grey like a kiss

some weary lover would have given

to a glorious jewel from the abyss.

Where are the hours of your rising night...?

Worn-out and incredibly bright...

And then again we both wake up

saying hello to our own world

a dust like gold was everywhere

filling the room, the reborn air

unseen a spetter was waiting

for that invincible soldier.

He had my eyes and my cruel heart

my secret days, my chilling flames

was near to you while staying apart

watching his days lost in a game

made for some ghosts looking like him

but I can swear he had a dream.

A sunny morning, maybe March

And now must turn my face to you,

I must realize what is that arch

enemy looking for your blue

but willing and merciful arms.

Don't say a word.

The world has gone.