Glimpsing magic

I watch you on my wall 

You never seem to smile a charm

A Queen ....are you?

Nubian in style of life

Or have i lost my mind

Lusting over you....no speech not a whisper....nor a pinch

The hair a style.... no kiss sweet lips on you

Am i going mad....so sad

I will take you down my loneliness 

Your skin like painted silk can't touch

The portrait spent sometime of mine .....its the wine

The thought of still life ignite 

The life of past....now the old man sleeps.....so sweet he dreams