Wasteland
17 March, 2007.
I saw treasure troves laden with gold,
And they were scraps of metal.
I smelt perfume worth the wealth of a kingdom,
And it was a jarful of chemicals.
I heard music composed for princes,
And it was noise.
I touched velvets and silks, brocades of an empress,
And they were woven rags.
Then I saw a flower that reminded me of you,
And I fell down and wept.
They told me that I had been beautiful,
They told me how talented, how smart,
What great things they had foreseen for me ...
But I loved you.
And all of my loving bled me dry.
Now I am nothing, and a vessel of nothing.
I poured every last kiss into you.
And you are no longer.
Now the world is grey.
You took all of my colours, and all of the world's,
With you to the grave.
