Dream of Mirror

Dream of Mirror

The cold autumn breeze,

With an enigmatic brush paints the winter

While I’m make love

On the red, yellow and orange of the fallen leaves,

Throws me into a silky abyss beyond horizon.

I close my eyes wondering

Perhaps spring is captive far in reverie.

In the hazy trance of mirror

A tarnished shadow seems so real

Pretends to be asleep, yet, his eyelids jerk,

Not breaths in harmony.

The pity is, no one would ever recall,

The spring of his fantasy.