Where I should have sought love,
I looked for mirrors.
I fell for traps of silky gold and oceanic sapphires,
All treasures I couldn't mine from myself.
When shattering, they padded the holes
Along my soul and heart walls.

The beauty allegedly seen in me -
A mosaic of them broken mirrors,
A moraine of all failed hopes, trust and cares:
Montage of corroded body, of sharpened heart;
And carefully I disguise it all
With my smiles of glass and hair of gold.




© April 2002