My Picture: 798 Art Zone: Beijing, China.

Now, for all that is the
curtain of my soul.
It is hard to remember those
bright days of early love.
And a picture of you and me
in strange surroundings, is all
that is left of days restored.

My share at least, the beauty
of desire and a loss stolen away.
Distant children, a house that is no more
and a world turned loose from
dense dreams past.

A concept of love,
a plaster fix of selfish cries.
Was a least a reason for sinking in
the sand and losing it.

Too many indulgent days,
self-aware, yet unable to care
and blinded by coal-burning
tears.

Now, in silence my wounds I feel.
From those times, so fondly
cherished.