[untitled]

Restlessness cultivates inaction
my spirit writhes in a coma
while my youth slips,
like sand between my fingers
some particles cling on...
One day I shall cherish
this stream of specks
moments will linger when everything fades

a moment...

when sunrays kiss the heaven orange
and there are steps to trace on the sand

when shivering eyelids are draped in dew
and the breeze carries a whiff of your fragrance

when the moon broods an enchanting soliloquy
and lament distills the nights velvet beauty

when the heart is drawn to the sad melody
of a faint tune that we once knew

when I can see a vision of heaven
and find its expression in the lust for life

when grace, courage, innocence and beauty is one
and liberty shall be mine

when I rise in love like an edifice
every brick heated in the kiln of passion

when happiness is complete and pure
like the first rains embracing the soul

when one establishes one's identity
and becomes immortal in the world

of the first step of the struggle
and the triumph after the first fall

when everything is fulfilled in a human touch
every reason sufficed by kind eyes

These are the moments I strive to live
since life is the experience
of living one second at a time
And this stream of specks shall be my legacy
after the sands of time have slipped through my hands.