Bring me my past

                                       The art museum at night (Singapore- June 2011)

Bring me my past,
As it was, young or dark,
It does not help, alas;

To open the window wide,
When the view is cloudy,
And the curtains drawn;

The magic stays, behind,
Lost in a maze,
As the moments come, flying back;

And the past remains,
Where it was,
Young and dark.