So much time, and so little to do

I furnish my mind with pictures of you

Fading portraits, peculiar name

Replaced by your face in a big golden frame



Take me inside you—

There I will find you

Quietly sleeping;

Water is seeping

Down from the skies and

Into your eyes and

Into the secret garden



The icon hangs alone on the wall;

Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at all

Golden fragments of moments in time

Tarnished with guilt for an innocent time