Chat Noir

Sleeping in a bed of solitude and longing
I kiss away the innocent days of childhood
I caress a flying moment of happiness
And wave it away in a slow movement
In a fluid, beautiful gesture
Meant to break unsuspecting, vingin hearts

In the morning's newly born sun
The redempt soul awakes again
On it's bedside, a doll stares
Of an empty doll's eye it flies
A disdainful and accusing glare
Crying,'You gave it up..' it says

The sleeping beauty rises
Unaware of the doll's cry
Draped in satin and velvet
The broken heart dressed in black
The redempt soul in a lace dress
'Solitude and innocence are illusions' she says..