Deck of Cards
 

Time passed by like factors
and every day like numbers
Accumulating like a logic theory
the author found in a forgotten corner
of an empty wall.

As the sun shined throughout
a opening on the curtain,
she could go back in time
and travel into moments that she
thought was unbreakable...

Despite all the signals,
she was touted to follow her instinct;
Closely resembling a messenger
possessing a narrow chance
with the cards exposed thru
the reflection in the mirror.

Another lunar cycle
Another full moon
Another night...

The numbers rolling like a roulette
rendered to a destiny unknown.
The accumulation of mixed feelings
desperate for a clue, resulted
in considerable silence...

The deck of cards play another round...
Some are laughing, others crying.
Some collecting, some losing...

As the author look in a forgotten corner
of an empty wall,
It lays the desire of a new beginning,
a chance...
It's just another lunar cycle
Another full moon
Another night...


Jade da Rocha