A once-lived hourglass of hopeful mirage, fading Hours drifting away; fickle youth, faithful maturity Come back again like enchantments, to whisper of loss. Full of moon, to no-where moon; Smooth moon face, to crepe paper reflections- Somewhere else, it surely goes on living. In the mirror, I see your eyes in mine, And in the mirror, we are always the same person, Facing backwards through time When existence lit our tapers, The universe blooming itself into cycles of desire, Opening outward, only for our breathing presence. |