China Dolls

Sometimes they sit together, other times apart
These decorated dolls failing to break,
North China man, South China woman
Emotions trapped within their vacuous shells,
A love story secretly unfolding in front of me
Reading each others lives through a fixed screen,
I listen… whispers of hope and pain
Time and money, eluding constantly,
The eastern wind has blown without them
And the setting sun too far to reach,
Daring not to touch this medium again
Their voices fall silent, their screens darken.

B. L. Crisp