Among The White Hair Poem by Maria Mitea

~on an overcrowded island,
surrounded by broken mouths,
you are glowing like a cigarette butt,
while i am the space that learns to move,
when time whispers - 'trust me', i feel
how it spills, how it caresses me second by second,
i look at your face and i see a curve
moving the opaque spark like a hair
dissolved in smoke that claims to be gelatinous,
i am space that learns to move among your white hair,
for lack of other curiosity, i wonder if you're still with me,
if you are still shining? ~