September 27, 2014

Some slight free verse, for a variation:
 …

Moonlight wanes
for secret memories
a silent statement says
a long journey it is
from the distant mirror,
the silver lamp

Pretense of brightness,
every fortnight
an odd reflection plays
the old familiar game
oblivious to the ways
to the howls,
to the sighs
unable to let go

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