Not Listening

"Not Listening"

Whispering behind my ears, you said
"try a little harder and you may
find me under a breezy shade.
That will be your moment to rest".
Words linger in a spiral movement, and you
cover my eyes with your soft hands.
They carry me above and under,
from a beginning to an end.
But I am to refuse your enchantment,
and reject your song of sirens.
On this road I walk, needing none
of your love and none of your care.
Your words are just images of
illusive matter, and therefore
I push you back further behind myself,
leaving your words rising in an empty spiral.

I am not listening to you anymore....