Reflections

The sun shines against it.

The eyes reflect the eyes.

The face sees the face.

The heart feels the heart.

The blinds close
dusk appears before it.

The eyes reflect the blurry.

The face sees the worn.

The heart feels the breaking.

The crescent arises.

The eyes reflect the peace.

The face sees rejoicing.

The heart feels the thumping.

Recovery

Everywhere I turn
It catches my eye
Surrounding me

My arm stretches out
The fingers glide across it
The ripples flow

Completely drenched
All the way in
It draws you in

No resurfacing
No turning back