Poezja

It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.

Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.

Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?

I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.

You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.