An echo at pace irradiates diamonds across your face
Cutting into leather on the warmest day in Iberian summer
All the spices of Arabia greet you as if they are the one and you the other
The things you have seen, the faces you display, walking as you have done since the moment you could, you’ve hidden what it is to be misunderstood… I saw the flashes of it once in time
Deepness depends on dreams, waking from what was once youth, but to look into the mirror reveals only truth
How far you have come matters, where you have been matters, but what does not matter?
Well, matter is as matter does as a matter of fact, and hats off to the end of that…
By… S
Parisian Poetry 