Tuesday, 3 June 2008

What is this game you wish to play with me?


What a strange game

You wish to play in

My poet friend

Don't you know me yet?

You search the answer

Which is so easy to find

Who is ania?

You ask

She is nothing more but woman in love

Sometimes an angel sometimes a whore

Whatever name you can find for her

It’s just a word

To find out

What the woman can see

Going deeper inside her own dream

But this dream seems to be so real recently

So she is enjoying it

And dancing still

Just when the music plays

Its fairy dance

Inside her

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

is the dream this digital world we live in?

Anna Cellmer said...

Part of it yes until we need to make it our reality , all is relative as you know, depends how mad we are or how strong we believe that something is real something is just a dream, or becoming a need and wish we have to realise and relish I think