REFLECTIONS © 2011
In this plot,
Something wasn't right,
A word was missing, a breath beyond,
A hidden meaning that got lost,
An echo of something that never happened.
Meanwhile, it has already been replaced,
The word, so fragile and imprecise,
In the hope that a secret desire
Is more than a drifting dream,
More than mere feigned truth.
And so, the plot weaves once again,
With verses that seek what is no longer there,
A veiled promise, a strange lucidity,
Where the heart desires, but time will silence.