The other day, while fencing my heart,
i chanced opan in impossible dream,
It rose,in beauty,on feet of hope
And embraced a teardrop out of me
With hurried steps i rushed away,
To finf my mask,my book of sense.
To invalidate my yesterday.
Then truned to build my trusted fence
There it lies unto this day
Un-nurtured,neglected,growing still,
i hoped it gone,wished it away
But there it stays against my will.
I leave it at the gallows,pronounce it dead,
But come event of tender mind,
i look back and find it there
only a few steps behing?
Beguilingly tangible?agonizingly beautiful?
Mercilessly invisible to all but me