(A gleam lights a path;
Telling a tale of colors --
Pure, fragile, and true.
A spark warms the earth;
Filling it with sketches --
Pink, white, and gold.
Suddenly, imcomprehensively,
Dusk sweeps over the land;
The fireflies flutter in fear!
Now, no hands dare caress the setting sun --
Word by word, before watchful eyes,
The story breaks into pieces of lies.
Now, no arms dare stretch to the dying fire --
Dawdling, the figures fade,
Like portraits thinly painted.)
A love affair lost.
(January 1994)