Your Minkowski's space, the fourth dimension.

something surreal!

A lot of the times

you were easy to read,

just one dimensional,

other times in two dimensions

I saw another angle,

your flipside.

It was only after

I saw you three dimensionally,

I saw your shadows

amongst your reflections,

but as time has it,

when I ventured into your

fourth dimension continuum;

Minkowski's space I recall,

I didn't understand

that space where 

you run to and hide

inside....

never to be revealed, 

a lock on that door

I look through the keyhole,

where I see myself lost

in your depth and solidarity

of stars in darkness,

against a prism of colours,

a rainbow in disguise,

and clouds floating by.

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

This is different from your usual style. None the less I love this. They say first impressions are the most important. BULLSHIT! As your poem lays out, we can get lost in someone the more we get to know them. As we knock down those locked doors.

I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Shy Joe for reviewing, leaving a comment and reading. This was my style for awhile, until I changed direction. Thank you again.:)