Saturday, September 7, 2013

I wonder if it was love,
which squeezed life out of our existence?
I wonder whose hand was it?
who strangled the soul?
I wonder who sow weeds in the garden?
Now it lays barren for ages.

I wonder was it love,
which stole sleep from our eyes?
I wonder who poisoned the dove?
whose hands ruffled its skin?
why didn't it cry?

I wonder was it love,
which led us to this impossible journey?
I wonder why there is a vacuum?
have we reached the destination we set out for?
why am I going blind?

I wonder was it love?