Why?

You were playing
And I was in your image
Then, we together
Without ‘You’ and ‘I’
Asked the wind:
Will the world be ours?

In some distant meadow
Those songs echoed
Often asking…
How long…how long
In the barren meadows?

I couldn’t ask;
As if…
I was bound by the tears.
Why?
And I don’t know why?

Today, once again
In her lap,
I try to play
But I couldn’t,
I don’t know…why?

Confuse,
I ask her for the trace
Instead I find
A face…she often bore
Like a heavy dark cloak
Shielding scorching summer;
In her face…
Unfulfilled queries queue;
And in her eyes…
Shattered dreams mirror.

Sometimes I wonder, but
Her crumbling chateau does invite
Into that realm of oblivion
And I don’t know…Why
I follow her dictates?