• In your eyes reflected
    From your dreams that I know
    I see you
    but
    you can't see me
    even if I wish
    you could
    when I appear
    in your soul
    to rest
    emptiness encloses me
    like a raging fire
    like water, freezing slowly
    and I am inside
    between the pages of a book
    or
    the strands of hair that
    fall in front of your face.
    That is me
    although you turn the page, or close the book
    and you brush the hair away from your face
    I open the book again
    or fall in front of your face like hair
    because I can't help it,
    I can't resist.