She was
not like the gleaming moon,
Neither she
came from stars,
She
never smelled like flowers,
Neither
her eyes were green.
She was a black eyed girl
With a natural smile
Who once made me forget
All my pain, the moon and the stars.
Moving
vehicles can tear us apart
But
there is something called Soul
There is
something called Love
Eternal,
Imperishable.
I see
her in fresh green leaves
I see
her in the dew on them
I meet
her in orchids plucking flowers
I find
her in the valleys planting tea
I see
her in the fields singing melodies
I meet
her near the lake throwing pebbles
I see
her sitting alone in meadows
I see
her counting stars in a lonely night.
She smiles,
whispers in my ears
And then
disappears
Somewhere
in the woods,
Inside
the blanket of clouds.
I lay
tethered
In the
grass and meadows
She
leaves me shattered
In the
woods beneath the clouds.
Not the Wind of the East
Neither the
Snow of the West
She was
a black eyed girl
Who
became my life once.
