Flow

The shadow of time's embrace,
Dancing among memories,
Paints smiles
On the corners of moments,
As the wind paints
Ephemeral stained windows
On the sky of a cloudy day.

From the well of my self
I hear a song
Sung by the one I thought long buried,
And its notes, that I thought I forgot,
Sat on the pink lips of this twilight
Thirsty of dreaming.

Dance, my soul and let me smile
While I flow through clepsydra.