Ukiyo-e

Can I put my grief upon a faded wall 

framed into the moment that speaks of no time? 

Will it erase the memories of my dismal fall 

like mellowed notes upon the rusty wind chime? 

These portraits I hold of my love untold 

have no beauty procure upon this silent space. 

Forlorn lay my desire to save the love I sold, 

cruel winds hold me still in their tranquil embrace. 

Now I am wary of my past all over again, 

fever dreams of moments to accommodate 

 my fleeting senses to a drudgery of disdain; 

I take these waking hours to contemplate— 

a home in a picture of a floating world,  

a heart within the seas of wooden swirls.