18 de novembro de 2006

The Hidden

I can see you at down
with a mystery on your face.
I can see you walking in the darkness
with obscure desires.
I can see you in search of a prey,
treading on an unstedy ground.
I can see your insatiable soul
blazing of hunger.

2 comentários:

  1. How can you see me?
    I thought "I" was hidden!

  2. Well, if it was not clear that is the hidden(the wolf)the one who is seeing you (the human), this poem is dead itself.