Faded

Over, the sought thousands, 

of thoughts wrapped all through,

slaps of glances and all the prior skims,

that felt like flaps not of pages but, 

maybe of raven wings on an escape 

among the winds, 

across lost alleys among mazes. 

What possibly could that be 

hovering over your mind

at a glimpse of such a kind, 

cought

at such a peace 

no psyche could have ever thought

and no money could have ever, 

bought 

May be deep beneath thoughts, 

thoughts over a lover milllions of miles, 

or maybe milleniums of lifetimes away. 

that you just can't help, 

but only to let that theme deep your heart, 

make all those songs to play, 

on your mind if it's to still be a flux, 

or a hello from the other side.

Could it or else be suzan, 

one who leaves like a thief in the night, 

whose name name no one will ever know, 

there, stands you in flames of pain unshaken, 

on other side of my conea a split second not less, 

the transcend of dusk,

until when you disappear into the dark,

just as how into your thoughts, 

you had faded.