SUNSET

The evening mist in my eyes,

A crimson hue.

A gentle breeze across the waters,

The ripples few.

The awkward silence of expectancy,

A pulsing heart.

Her familiar figure from afar,

A lifetime apart.

The fragrant kiss of yesteryear,

A sense of spring.

The reminiscent laughter of youth,

The essence of being.

The sweet caress of autumn morn,

A forlorn cry.

The sullen smiles on vacant faces,

A bitter lie.

The twilight haze in my eyes,

A purplish gleam.

Her fading shadow in the distance,

A fleeting dream.

by Mark Lim Shan-Loong

19th October 1996