c7 Blindead Selfishly
Never did we mention
Their names
Our names

Lost in the image
Born of reflections
Of our prolific
Imagination

Convulsing with Shivers
With a single touch of the Brush
We quivered
Never
Knowing why ...

We
Dying for sheer simplicity
We
Searching for own eyes in the dark
We
We longed for solitude
Like for the light

Like for the labyrinth of dusty paths for cat`s endless meandering ...
We lost the sense of place and time,
and the stars of our fate in the sky died out ...