The walk between prologue
and epilogue
lasts a span of time
only you can decide
We live
We cry
We die
The emotions tower in you
only last a rain showers
No matter how you see us
your opinion only lasts
the length of a pen
in the writer’s hand
The remanence of us
like ghosts live in
the echo of your resounding life
in drips, drops and shreds
Every now and then
You raise a glass
toast to our unceasing spirits
residing in the depth
of your heart
Flicker of Thoughts 