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.