Peering out the window
into the blackness of night,
all that I see are my own
eyes illuminated in the glass.
Round and seeking eyes that reach
into the darkness
for all that is unknown in
what lies beyond the night of the soul.
A longing is held within this moment.
The eyes open into the heart
of today’s cries into
a deafening silence of tomorrow’s existence.
The Latin and French coined the word reflection
showing expression, absorption, and a throwing back
of one’s own perception of sight, thought or consequence.
Conclusions are brought about and yet …
more questions may occur requiring more reflection.
Time is needed and should be respected
when the act of reflection calls
upon one’s heart, mind and soul.
A soulful you awaits
sometimes in peace, sometimes in agony
for the casting of stilled thoughts
and heart filled significance.