Mind Game

Invisible.
	I can see through you, child of deciept.
	As a ghost, a Wraith of despair come to haunt the soul.
	Imagination superimposing sweetness on impenetrable truth.
	Eyes like curtained windows of a darkened house.

Hope.
	A glimmer of recognition. I see in through your blue eyes.
	A wind, a straw strand of your long hair falls.
	Then movement spoiling a photographic still of perfection,
	Creasing the mood of suprise.

Anger.
	Memory of a recent accident, dissapointment in a wish.
	A scar in the childs’ mind.
	Turning your head, away, away. Denial of regret.
	I forgive. I forget. Can you do the same?

Love.
	Kindness in two eyes, a smile creasing the mood of hate.
	Memory of a feeling, deep rooted, obscure in origin,
	Like a image of your childhood.
	You leave me alone, cold and hard, for another part of yourself.