Carpe Diem

The sudden reverberation

of Mulan’s

“Who is that girl I see

staring straight back at me…”

caused by the transmission of the wall

of the house next door

against my permissible wall of music notes

sings back and forth

my frontal lobe.

I hum nostalgia.

Set out to grab for my mirror

something

I haven’t done

for quite some time,

Nostalgia turns into melancholy for

the image I wish to see.

I, now-my reflection.

a wine forcefully aged in a barrel

not yet fit for commercial market

but, off I go.

Yet, I yearn to see

the reflection I used to be –

my image, so carefree

When drizzles put on a smile

When tempest is a delight

When ice-cream drips

alter

teardrops

When you are allowed

to blow bubble detergent.

When it’s fine to play with dirt and fire

When I am nothing but a child.

Starlight, starbright,

First star I see tonight,

Wish I may, Wish I might,

see my reflection

the once to gradually age by time.

Tell her, “It’s okay to go out and play,

Most of all, enjoy life, seize the day!