Synesthaesia in love

Pretty lady who barges into the comfort 

of my private space-time without permission...

I am defenseless in front  of the tipsiness

your  appareance brings about ...

 I've given up on  unraveling the mystery

of  your wanderings...

 Are you nothing more than this elegant transition 

between the little death and nothingness ?

Fleeting whiff of a rebellious  scent,

scattered among the yellowed pages of an almanac ?

 Pretty lady who are enjoying the gentle soothing warmth

of my cozy interior ...

Perhaps,futile illusion drawing a concentric shape 

to the sharp angles of  loneliness ?

 We always believe that the prelude will last 

beyond the melody's finale  note...

One evening as the show of life was coming to a close,

I found you there ,leafing through the imagination

of my  loves...

 I hadn't left you the key ,but you have that power 

to pass through the walls of the forbidden dimensions...

I know ,full well ,that you belonged neither to me 

nor anyone else .

  We have to learn  to love ghosts just like cats .

   We mustn't disrupt their unfaithful dreams ...

Are you ,my pretty lady nothing but this strange confusion 

in  inspired  synesthaesia ?

  You were leafing through between the lines 

of  my imagination  - to which you alone hold the key...