The victory

A roaring sea captured in a small canister
What a suffocating irony
The face and the soul
A face that doesn't betray the soul
Words that fail feelings
The heart paints its walls with a thousand colors
The only colors these eyes convey - black n white
Chariot drivers - dreams , wishes and desires
Horses - Ethics, morals, commitments
A heart's universe
A brain's Kingdom
The intoxicating fragrant shifty petals
The reminding warning constant thorns
The moon dying to be trusted,
behind the passing clouds that dispute its existence
The clouds that have always rained in the past
Always dulled the sheen of the evasive moon

This time the clouds win
So that the moon doesn't blind
The face, the words and the eyes firm,
resolute, the heart won't be battered again
It will keep painting on the canvas of dreams
It won't wear,
It's not the fragile fabric of reality,
that dissolves in tears
Yes, the horses win
lest the chariot could get lost
The thorns win
Lest the heart could bleed to emptiness





Note: Victory comes with a price :)