Friday, April 5, 2013

Goblin king


The whole life, your figure, I've admired
in the looking glass, your bright eyes,
maybe a bit lost, or maybe just scared
you, like me, light wings of butterflies.

Always however, like the morning fog,
you, gently, from me, slid down
you're the dream’s mist, the dust in a sticky bog
as a king who’s lost his golden crown

Thus, for long, my hope I’ve put in a box
with my dreams and hopes together
left to strong wind, nosed up to a dock
my Goblin king mirrored in me forever

In this dark labyrinth of fog
You were, smelling my heart’s quiver
Eyes into eyes into the black smog
Waiting for me near the deep gray river.

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