Mirage

Life ~ Mirage
~ A wasted illusion right from the start.
~ Hopeless romanticism of a hopeful heart.

Though the former is reality, I choose to live by the latter.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

You're still here


Standing amid a cool breeze
with sun descending
soft and slow
reminded of sweet memories
not wanting to let go
some beautiful feelings, moments
buried deep within
never again to show

and even when there's
a lot to look forward to
no reason really to whine
a gentle tear dares to fall off
I sense the presence of
a spirit around
inexplicable, divine

- dedicated to Mumma (my grandmother)