Perhaps,
I lived before you,
existing
as stone
or a shadow,
lost deep
within a cave.
Perhaps,
these flaws of mine
pounding in the depths of my soul
surface
when I speak to you.
Or perhaps,
when I gaze into your brown eyes,
as we talk;
I see a universe of stars
that bring me out of the cave,
to notice the yellow daffodils
which grow at your feet.
Yes perhaps,
behind those brown eyes
inside your skull
is a universe of dreams
I’d like to hear
and see.
Smyon-Pa 