Of all unsaid things

Of what we have experienced before we won't tell a living thing,
Of what we suffered nobody knows but we know everything,
What bleeding strings kept written for long the world hides within,
Enwrapped in golden ribbons where dwells unforgettable dream.
Mellifluous serenades are spread by harps and violins all around,
Alas I don't hear this living music captivated by your voice sounds,
Like a porcelain dummy my feet got frozen, arms stretched ahead,
No one in this galaxy would guess what's being digested in my head.
Of what I used to dream and pictured brightly in my tangled mind,
Of what we laughed like kids pouching on snowdrifts with scream,
Of thinnest threads and hopes on halfway to mysterious dream,
Of everything so precious to heart and something of a rare kind.
You and me... so close yet unreachable, like starlit sky and earth,
With empty bodies and diamond hearts behind a piece of cloth,
With solar shining and human tears imprinted on the heart core,
Codified in eternity, chained by locks behind impenetrable doors.
Of what our hearts screamed, stubbornly kept silent and moan now,
Of what we’ve gone through but come out hardened somehow,
Of what only starlit heaven whispers slowly into my listening ear,
Of all unsaid emotions and secrets stitched into the soaked pillow.

November, 22, 2013