Thursday, July 31, 2008


My Secret Puzzle is a Doll

It made me trust dreams... the dim, dark, death light...
Believing them... being they exquisite, fantastic, or far away...
Mysterious and distant, but lurking within the glazing night...
Speaking what you and I dare, but cannot say...

A love, a passion... a doll I build with care...
The perfect materials: electric-veins, a heart and stone...
Days and hours hypnotizing me while I stare...
Lost, helpless, forever with you and alone...

No sound, no gesture or response I can remember...
Just a labyrinth of thoughts within that whitish shell...
An idea I try to touch... a simple kiss, cold but tender...
A soul made flesh, with materials I dare not tell...