Pictures of You

We started out at sunrise bridge

Grumpy stark and fair

With sparkling bells 

                       between our legs

And dolphins in our hair;

My life is so much simpler now,

Carmethene and blue, 

Yet it’s nothing more than 

Empty gilded frame

For pictures of you.

There’s painters on the frontline

Oils running through their veins;

The generals in state of grace

Transported home in chains.