Reflections

Going through the seconds of everyday life,

A never-ending mundane loop;

Later, Rinse and repeat…

That’s what goes through my mind with

Every blink of an eye.

Interacting with human beings brings me

Into such a frenzy at times.

Their ignorance to what love is causes me

To simply want to wash my hands of it all

And start anew.

The thing is with a new day repeating,

The ignorance truly is bliss for the one lost

In her own skin… while I sit and wait in nature

For love’s sight to cross with mine.

Caged in her thoughts with a stylus so bright in her hand

Along with favorite worn out spiraled notebook,

I thought that the sun was rising from her chest

Rather than the hilltops behind her.

As she crosses the fields,

The droplets of morning dew trickle gently down the

Blade of grass but with every step she takes towards me,

Those droplets turn in a landslide trailing down the rapids

Causing ripples and vibrations

to echo through us to the point of no return.

Now merely tope tapping distance from her,

Those eyes reach my line of view.

Bug-eyed, bull’s eye, hazel eyes with the reflection of her eyelashes

Lingering and trembling around the pupils,

Swirling their way to the center.

Her eyes are whirlpools filled with the fear of the unknown

Power she possesses but what she calls fear, I call opportunity;

The opportunity to be me… and me… her… to simply be.

Perfect spheres begin to creep out of the corner of those hazel whirlpools;

She drops to her knees hovering over a puddle,

Hands clenched to the ground so hard that if she wanted to,

she could grab the earth’s core and play with it as if it were her favorite marble.

One last sphere begins to make its way down her cheek,

Lingering upon her proud chin.

As it begins to fall,

Our dreams and realities begin to merge in this miniscule, colossus tear.

As it lands in this trivial puddle,

The perfect circles rippling upon my face and there we are: identical beings locked in place,

no sign or fear of ever living that mundane loop of a life she once had.

As she stares at our reflection for the first time; authentically raw,

The amount of burning, euphoric love seeping from her

could power the world to enter my world,

to see themselves as the truth of love rather than

searching aimlessly for false love in empty shells of skin.

Two souls as one in awe of being their own love’s sight.