Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons
flooding over the borders of distance and omnipresence,
futures.
and forever.
Forever like diamonds,
like your kisses,
like seeds that beat the pulse of tomorrows,
like a smile, a share of a laughter, a hug,
like a warm sip from the milk of your teeth,
like a forsaken bloom,
preserving her exquisite beauty
for the audience of oblivion,
for the everlasting eyes of beholders,
where the time can not reach
were the beauty would never wrinkle,
like a whim
that flourish to an architectural mount of marvel,
like a smile that turns to Mona Lisa,
like a drop, a tear
that turns into the keyhole of the rainfalls,
revers, seas, oceans!
like everything momentous
that hides behind insignificance
of these mundane
moments.
