XIAO LING

My Fading Sun Shine

Clouds silently slipped in on the bright spot,

those last beautiful moments, with you , I got.

Now I sit in reflection, in gloom,

in my four cornered room.

It happened and your send off was in a shower of tear
drops, sentiments that represent all that I fear.
Fear that, with me, never again will you be near,
except that is, in all the memories I hold so dear.

B. J. "A" 2
December 14th 2010