A. Letter (unread)

Why don’t you listen to your heart?
Hiding somewhere among silent nights
Grasping tightly
Gasping loudly
To the fabric of what is known
At the sight of what is yet to become

Enter vivid dream 
in a waking life 
or at least - think of me 
with your shutting eyes

Unite 
In a double life
Untouched
By the God’s sight