Sketching

Time has flown away
Like the wind driven
Waves of mighty ocean
Disappear in horizon

Years have swept away
All the brightened moments
As they appear faded
Like the thickly covered memories
Sneak through the dust stricken
Old framed mirror.

And so is your image
So drastically forgotten
If ever strikes again
At the window of my soul
With stronger winds of remembrance
Brushing up the dusty mirror,
I might sketch you once again
Even with my eyes closed.