REFLECTIONS.

By Oscar René Benítez

As leaves swirling
in the nostalgic autumn wind
vanished are forever all those years.
It is nothing but the echo of laughter
just a fleeting grimace of joy
that just barely plucks a sigh
cruel sleepwalking in our old age.
Oh the toothless timid smiles
that now appear in our mouths
just mimicking the bliss
of youth that was lost forever in time.
We were victims of the mirage that is eternity
blinded by the love of youth
flowery promises and dreams
that sweetly hindered our hearts.
But here we are in front of the mirror
that throws back withered and sad faces
while we seek in vain
the path where life and love disappeared on.
Reflections, just mere flashes of memories
as weak shades of sunsets
that unexpectedly were lost in our eyes;
meanwhile, we are weighed down
with a blanket of silence embracing our souls.