Mystical Memory

Mystical Memory

As I look behind the dusty rack I found a piece of a broken mirror,

Dawned on me to think of whimsical expectations,

I unintendedly bent down at my reflection.

Found out so much was lost so much already done,

Cannot fall back in time where all was so mesmerizing.

All I do is contemplate, deny the menace of my passion,

All I give in is hope and give up on negotiation.

When I relied on the nocturnal-nights and the scented bed,

I reckoned my mystical words but forgot the tears I shed.

Benign was the breeze of dreams that whisked me on its pillow,

Soon I realised not that I hadn’t scrounged but understood the tree of hope was hollow.

Ran upon the wet grass that quietly drove me in its dungeon of darkness,

I clasped my hands onto the shining droplets of river that lastly turned out to be blessed.