Spying On Me?

While quietly sitting down In one of the benches in Central Park, Bewitched by a Sunny afternoon, I saw something moving fast/ I imagined it was a ghost That found refuge under a shadow Of a lonely tree still standing In the middle of the open field… For a moment, I thought That it was you spying on me. Yes, the woman that silently hid Behind a colorful mask, Some time ago! The one that broke my heart And run away like a frighten thief Almost caught In the middle of the night… In a starry and clear night, Sitting again in the same bench, I observed the bright full moon And suddenly I heard a loud voice Like somebody calling my name And for a moment, I was afraid, I thought it was you calling me While hiding behind the moon… Now, a question remains: Were you the one spying on me? Only time will tell The day you come back to me! ©All Rights Reserved-2011