Everything in Life is a Metaphor
In the ripples of the ocean
Where the full moon signs
I see the ever-lasting hope of me
In the trees of the winter's dark days
I see the blossoms filling up the empty space
Like my hope in the midst of vast despair
In the epitaphs
I see the dad coming home
To kiss the baby and hug the mom
And smiles spilling over the horizon
In the fallen petals
In the morning of a gloomy day
I see the cupid's arrow
Smeared with kisses
In the old dusty
Airline boarding pass
I read my happiest days
And the nights
Filled with miracles of love
((*.*))
April 18, 1999 |