Surrender

holding rusted memories
in my palm, I look into
the mirror of my poems
the mirror smiles away my lament

a second look
into the mirror and
I smile away the mirror’s lament,
of time racing past
leaving only a barren trail behind

I, my poem and a new emerging I
now grief, solace and strength
resume our search
for a slice of happiness
only to dissolve
in the flow of life
alongside barren lands

a thousand moons hence
we continue to remain
the progeny of time.