Interwoven- II

And then one day
You asked me
How I was taken
By your smile...
An attempt
At breaking through
This glass,
I saw red
And switched off....
For words,
They deserted me
In the death of darkness....
I still seek
That oasis,
Where people launch
Into magical allusions
To nature's mysteries...
To bestow
Upon meaning,
A manifestation....
But each time
I walk through
A despairing mirage....
Left,
With that inkling
Of grasping,
A fleeting glimpse
Of your reflection....
In the agitated waters
Of momentary disenchantment...
And somewhere, I believe...
That maybe
I have touched upon
An ounce of truth
In the real...
Like a grain of sand
In my eye...
Floating away
In blinks...
With the rest of this empty universe...