Walking the street of this abandoned city,
the road winds, leading back to the doorstep
where we parted ways.
Behind a wall transparent
my gaze, unabashed
drinks the sight of your countenance.
Imprisoned in a house of glass
your lips serenely curved in a smile,
while in your eyes
lies a stirring melancholy.
A soft touch,
the slightest caress
will cause this door to swing open.
A secret
half-whispered in the wind,
will crumble these walls till they vanish.
A gentle kiss,
surreptitiously stolen
will enfold and transport us
Far from this place.
