Reflection

Today when I stand in front of the mirror,
I see a streak of silver hair
At the edge of a receding hair line;
And a long forehead,
Where life has left her footprints in the faint tracks of wrinkle.
Yet I touch my face tenderly with all the compassion I have.
I feel a soft touch on my skin,
Reminiscence of my lover’s moist lips.
After all these years of change,
After all these years of living life,
I still love myself.

I close my eyes,
The face in the mirror dissolves in a limpid darkness.
Moments passed in silence,
A feeling echoes very close to my heart,
A collage of emotions
From those moments,
After which I thought,
Life would never be the same again.

On the canvas of my closed eyes
Drifting imageries from a different world are drawn,
I see a little boy
With all the wonders in his eyes,
As if he is reborn again at this moment.
Looking at the horizon he sees,
Deep green rice fields
And an oceanic sky merged in an endearing embrace.
A flock of birds,
Like beads of a torn necklace,
Swimming across a white cumulus,
Hung suspended in solitude,
On a translucent shawl of mist;
Vermillion dusk
Perpetually arrested in the timeless memory of a fish pond;
Rustle of wind in a bamboo grove,
Shape of which is visible in every nimble sway of their crown;
A river in a full moon night
With tiny waves glistening like fish scales;
Desolate voice of a water buffalo, homeward,
In the grainy lights of dusk;
Images of life from a country unknown,
Probably a world I have lived in my last life.

So many things have changed
Around and within me,
Yet all is still there like a tiny crystal orb
In its purest form;
Not any chant of hope or illusion of a viscous dream,
Not any sadness of fugitive love,
In a vernal serenity
Still lives the ability to wonder at simple things of life

Victor

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