In a Sentimental Mood

But now It has happen, no use in talking
The silence between me and you has never had meaning
It was, Love it, that was all that was asked
But now it has happen, no words for the foretime
The desperation has made me the same, has made me another
Who looks at the shape of a fish grow giant on the side of his bowl?
Who walks on the terrace observing foliage from above?
Who hears the snapping of plastic that wraps like cellophane bare branches of climbers, you don't know
And I who descend the stairs, neither I am the same, I am another