Crystals line the walls of my mind
amid drapes in every color
Ah! Darling, tears are falling
for I fear this thing the most:
that one day all my delights will be ravished
my mauve drapes slashed
torn
and taken away
My yellow crystals crushed
all my art is turned to dust
And Beauty walks away
She leaves me
Empty

They say you take pictures of what you fear to lose
This color
this rose
all the fabrics I chose
Are a testament to my dread
of the loss of Beauty