Poetry

Between you and me 
there was no sound. 
In oneness, I reached 
your peaks. 
 
It was a naked bloom 
of jasmines. I smell the 
duality. Would you come 
for a rendezvous? 
 
Pure as a glacier fall, 
the silver-dark of moonless 
night, I was waiting 
for the ripples. 
 
The bells, blue bells, start 
echoing the cries. It was 
not a kill. The invisible 
was executed.