Holding rusted memories
In my palm, I look into
The mirror of my poems
The mirror smiles away my lament

A second look
Into the mirror and
I smile away the mirror’s lament,
Of time racing past
Leaving only a barren trail behind

I, my poem and a new emerging I
Now grief, solace and strength
Resume our search
For a slice of happiness
Only to dissolve
In the flow of life
Alongside barren lands

A thousand moons hence
We continue to remain
The progeny of time