Buenos Dias

Trudging down the memory lane...
I searched for the last smile I remembered...
I watched it all unwind, unfold again,
All through the night...


The smile was hidden beneath the debris...
Of tears, of broken hearts, of untold misery.
Digging into the lost days, the sun lit months...
I find myself back again, back at home...
I see an insect trapped in amber, I burn in envy...
I see in the mirror, the insect is there again...
I smile again.


The summer melts the amber, frees the insect...
Traps me again in the dark chamber...
Opening my eyes I find the dawn had cracked...
Yet once again, to darken my memory lane...

Yes it was morning again.
Buenos Dias again.