Pocket for my faith
I miss you in the drizzling of the rain
The path through the paddy fields
Our continental shame

It never occurs to us
While we spend our time walking
Through the streets of dull colour
How much the world sees us
Like twins of a solar system
Endearing but distant

Assistant to my city
A cry for help in denial
We hold our hands and smile
Children twisting up the spiral

Palette for my eyesight
I think of you in the clouds of the world
Painting the silence of the ages
Choosing everything simple

The iron-crusted walls
And the solitary diamonds
Watch us like laughing soldiers
As we walk the hallways of the future
Taking circles round and round
Without inhibition

Clinking glasses of timeless deeds
We hear chats through centuries
I stab the heralds of effervescent chimes
Whenever the dust settles

Palace of my innocence
I kiss you in the ebbing of memories
Say words to soothe both ends
And sit to write our stories.