Dream of Mirror

The cold autumn breeze, this enigmatic brush
Deviously paints the winter
And while I’m making love
In red, yellow and orange
Of the fallen leaves,
Throws me into a silky abyss
Beyond the snowy horizon.
I close my eyes wondering
Perhaps spring is imprisoned far in reverie.
In the hazy dream of mirror
A man’s tarnished shadow appears
Pretending to be asleep
Yet, his eyelids jerk,
Not breathing in harmony.
And the pity is,
No one would ever recall,
The illusive spring of his rogue fantasy.