Beads

When you said that

It did not matter

I surrendered.

Believe me.

It is not easy

Living and loving you

Day to day

Discovering the limits.

Hope Sabanpan-Yu, Beads

So we must have a heart

Made of steel

To make sense

Out of senselessness

And the lover

Breathes in the cold

Because he knows

Of dreams that suck

Us down with the illusion

Of warmth that makes

Death seem heaven.

- Hope Sabanpan Yu, Beads