Reflections

Cerulean sky with porcelain glass 
dreams of textures that cannot last 
pondering thoughts of a life forgotten 
of happiness and joys misbegotten 
of ephemeral love that sifts through my fingers 
as the pain, sadness, and emptiness lingers 
within the soul full of despair 
beyond all hope and in disrepair 
the muted heart will grow fonder and fonder 
as the mind waits, listens, and wanders 
looming in the shadows in the twilight of day 
with closed eyes and no words to say. 

			--Jay Lee