2010 [pdf] - Författares Bokmaskin

It was close to dusk when she saw him
Moving steadily against the crowd
Focused, always focused, looking straight ahead
He never looked back.
She had tried to keep her distance
Only to stumble at the crossroads
That’s when he had peered into her soul
And saw what lay there.
The ground was shaking beneath her feet
The clouds above began to turn
He walked on
Never once looking back.
Gleaming, like a moonstone in the rough
He shone so brightly
Could it be that she could not see
The sparkling of her own light?
Could she have been his Aphrodite?
The Echo to his Narcissus?
It was never in doubt, that it would come to this
His star had always been too far out of reach.