Bewitched

How funny can some flowers be
To live for a night only
Leaving a hidden beauty
In the memories
Of a million eyes to see

Or would it be better then
To live a thousand years
Alone
In the loneliness
Of a different world

Shall I die this way
With my heart gone astray
Knowing that I cannot be loved
For the curse is upon my soul
Keeping me prisoner
In the icy cold
That I cannot feel
But fear and pain
Every now and again

Come, someone
Break this wicked spell
Shower me with love
And let the flowers
Spread their fragrant odour
On my shadowy figure

For if time should show
That I must go
At least I know

That Cupid has once
Bowed his arrow
On my restless
Bewitched
Soul door...


ash komikiwa
8.30 pm
19/02/2000
Saturday