From your naive face

By gab david
August 31, 2005
11.19 p.m. / main library



Books are all over,
From my right, neither left, and even in front nor back
Silence has just eaten by room
(Or it is the other way around)
Stories from one side
To another
Deeper from shallow
As I wonder
And as I write
Allow me,
Oh please allow me,
To write, and say this
I thank you,
For your naïve face
That gave me inspiration
How strong it is
That I am suddenly move by it
As I look at you
And have glimpse of your face
How happiness I could feel
And even the stroke of your hair
That falls while you move
From one place to another
You where there
I rush in,
As fast as I could
And if your shadow is not on sight
So typical of me
A useless creator
So contented
In a glimpse of your naïve face
Just look at you
Even I am far, too far
For I am satisfied
And joys have just again flow inside me
Again, a typical of me
As I always says to myself
But, with it I am satisfied
Smelling your sweet fragrance,
Old books that as fresh
As what sudden lines was composed
From it, I am now happy
‘Til I visit again,
To this old library
And have the glimpse of your naive face
Oh joy in heart,
I cannot wait
When it will,
Again