in the back of my mind
I hear memories weeping
bamboo gardens
swirling winds of love.
ideas not written.
your sin.sons and daughters
fail me now
and all life is gone.
who fears you?
the rays of Sun
or a courageous sword
is lowered
has war healed you
as blood.
seen dreaming
are the women of night
holding hands
to love themselves
tears are bottled then drown the love
P