Sepia Shades

Here at the gate, I sift through things, Sort sepia dates, recall old flings. The heart knows now the surge of feel, Look back somehow to early stills. Old sepia hues, photos yellowed, Familiar cues time has mellowed. Wonder finds gaze in nostalgia, Glimpse through a maze of old sepia. Black and white days now weathered brown, Feel yesterdays with old time frowns. My father stares, my mother thinks, Love fills the air in verge and brink. Truth wears a face in faded tones, Beauty can trace the pulse of bones. Sift through the pile, ply with old times, Just for a while feel ancient chimes. Leon Enriquez 29 January 2015 Singapore