a lover conversing with a city (08)

The face stares at you still. You stare into the dream. How could such a face be signified. Her eyes speak of sorrow; of love once found and is no more. A love that refuses all notions of resurrection or incarceration. Eyes wandering, face seeking believers. A hint of a smile on a corner of her lips. You forget pains of the current, witnessing beauty created before your eyes. Endless lines of ecstasy, stretching into territories beyond the now; where the key to eternal life was lost and buried. All came before her and nothing now before her.