Cityscape

Now is time spent here as moments fly fast; We grope with faint light as life trips and falls; Hidden in our tears glimpses that outlast; We latch our fond sights lest troubles fling gall. Day by day we hear echoes of old chimes; Whispers of a hint in wind blown murmurs; Why is this my dear that sad, sordid rhyme; Sepia brown page mint that shades now concur. Yet hope and faith stand the passing seasons; The message timely felt in pulse and strain; We grip tight each strand, bargain with reason; Glimpse not so wisely the passage laid plain. Live with love that sculpts the vision most grand; Love a life that rubs a sanguine sure trend. Leon Enriquez 22 Apr 2014 Singapore