Me - a mirage

 I look at myself in the mirror, and stand

A wannabe pretty face smiling at my image..

Then it sinks in,  as I count each white strand,

The wrinkles slowly creeping in as I age..

The ephemeral beauty, a line in the sand

The real beauty  hides within my soul ..sinner or sage?

Maybe neither I think, am just another speck of sand..

A paragraph maybe  I share in your lifetime’s page

Or maybe just moment that held your hand

I am just here for now, a glimmer.. an image

Here today.. not there tomorrow.. Poof!..a magic wand..

And yet, I stare at my ephemeral image..

Me - a mirage

It is never the big things…

It is never the big things, never the big promises..

That  ever really endure the test of time and age..

It is the small , the tiny.. the hugs, the smiles, the kisses..

That comes in waves as memories till death beyond age

When I ask myself.. why I love and what I love

There never are reasons rational …big and huge..

All I can say is , I love.. with all our flaws..!Love!

In the moments small that add up huge, however small

And all I ever ask of you, my dear love.. beyond all

Deny a lifetime, yea..but don’t deny the moments small..