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