Poem and drawing

Handmade wealth,
Impossible to tear away.
Behind the crystal sieve,
Behind the display, in a silent dance.
Something so terribly,
As if pulling into a fairy tale world.
Where is the portal to your reality?
How did you end up there?
Come to me, I beg.
Allow me to get lost with you in the waltz.
And I will sleep forever,
And I will be happy forever.

Your tender palms
Wrap around my neck with a stem.
And in the hair of these lovely ones,
A gentle violet aroma.
And it seems I am drowning,
Right in your deep eyes.
Kiss me right now,
Even if you probably can't.

Behind the crystal sieve,
Behind the display, in a silent dance.
Again something is calling,
Again pulling into its fairy tale world.
This is the nth time at this place.
Knowing where you are,
We will never be together.
You are too good to be here...

And yet some fool,
Simply believed in all this.
On the screen, in the matrix, lived that lady.

#poetry