Reflections

It was supposed to blow
softly
It was meant to last only for
a while
...and that is the breeze of life...
And that is the pain we bear.

At the crossroads,
with a smirk on the face,
with fire in my eyes.
I look in eager anticipation
for the joys of yester-years.
And all i see are shades of memories.
Memories of faded hopes...gone like a breeze of an autumn eve