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.
Words measured and sifted
to a point of singleness.
Each letter joined to another
until the right sounds and meaning appear.
Each syllable fills a space
with a glimmer of light and yet vast darkness.
Will there be enough
to satisfy the hunger of the recipient?
Will the craving for more occur
to the point of simultaneous productions?
can be the worst sometimes.