There is no concept,
face nor place,
once upon a time waits for no one.
Time holds on,
elderly fingers that nervously anticipate,
tears in the tapestry;
tears on the face.
I look into you,
mirror or horror,
in poverty of my being that stayed behind.
love left blind,
naïve touches of ghostly faith,
human condition- God above;
human condition- forgotten love.