I Think Of You

I think of you

and I feel the scent of my mother

my mother, the most beautiful of all.

You are on the carousel of the festival inside me

you hover around, your skirt and your hair flying

Mere seconds between finding your beautiful face and losing it.

What is the reason,

why do I remember you like a wound on my heart

what is the reason that I hear your voice when you are so far

and I can't help getting up with excitement?

I kneel down and look at your hands

I want to touch your hands

but I can't

you are behind a glass.

Sweetheart, I am a bewildered spectator of the drama

that I am playing in my twilight.