Friday, February 27, 2015

The door..

The season of crystalline ego
comes after some ten thousand years of perseverance..
when after some ten thousand years of longing
we recognize each other
and decide to walk together
hand in hand, until the only door
to the concealed paradise is gotten
but the door could place only one from us at a time.
I said- after you, You said- after you..
and the series of offering of egos went on
until you left my hand and entered alone.
I followed your path and stepped on
the threshold of my existence

and in the opposite side you are not there
I am not there either
but ten thousand lamps are twinkling
in the eyes of the sky.
may be you are a twinkle, may be I am too
may be you are the sky and I am too..