In search of lost time —
a moment frozen,
dropping sand, pouring water, steaming vapour,
a second to remember.
Cracked hourglass,
time moving backward,
a mirror universe.
Written on 19 December.
A remembrance of things past.
everything comes to an end:
the scent, the smoke, the sorrow and the soup;
the lives, the leddar, the laughter and the love;
the moments that clashed together
changing the paths forever
do all have their ends.
so it stayed
and it goes
and the magic ends
and the veil left
leaving the hollows that follow
mocking the fellow a forever deferral of tomorrow.
Written on 16 June 2015
To one of the favourite place in the neighbourhood: siu chau wong
