as I look out of the nighttime window <br />a window that looks down across the Chao Phraya River <br /> <br />I look <br />I see your reflection in the glass <br />woman asleep on my bed <br />your golden skin reflects the night <br /> <br />a night of love <br />a night of passion <br />you have had so many that you do not know what they mean <br /> <br />a moment purchased <br />a life given away <br /> <br />and when nothing means anything <br />and the lies are spoken as truth <br />the rhythm sounds <br />and we each know the answer <br /> <br />the answer <br />that there is no answer at all <br /> <br />she grabbed me in passion <br />but, the passion became only a game <br /> <br />in the game <br />as in all games <br />some one wins <br />some one loses <br />and some one gets up and walks away. <br /> <br />this is life <br />this is Thailand<br /><br />Scott Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-from-the-hills-of-thailand/
