Lines from the Mind

I lifted my right hand He lifted His Tears formed in my eyes He cried with me I smiled and His smile gave more I pulled a face to laugh at life, He laughed too for He created life. Reflections.... sometimes too much too personal too questioning too complex The hammer stole from my pocket I smashed, shards exploding, to find something else Behind the mirror, blankness The broken scatter spoke from the floor, "You are created in My image." I swept Him up, Carefully, so as not to hurt myself. Mirror pieces, rubbish hidden.

Cold morning soldiers of dew and mist guarded the sunrise, Flower world nearly yawning an awakening birth, But not yet for this moment in time stops, somehow paused between stolen nights and fleeting days, The frozen moment thaws as stealthy sunlight warms mist to nothing.