China Fading

Hours are many, have become so full.

Hardly a minute, a second to breath.

Meaningful moments are so few.

Only memories of what was known, with you,

are all that remain, of a way of life

scattered among the flakes of winter days.

As China, fades upon the waning pages of History

exploring, knowing, experiencing, journeying

upon the waves of new avenues, new adventures.

In hands are the remnants of tear drops

crystalizing into myriads of  flakes,

flakes in all their memorable divergences.

B. J. “A ” 2

May 22^nd 2016