No face but my own,
a mirror still reflects.

Underneath the red
moon, a fire still burns.

Old words recycled, as time transforms, the leaves fall, a broken mirror, reflections of nature, my blue eyes review.  Foxgloves fail to fit.  Outside of time, rolling flower into loaves, a yellow glint, the mirrored tint her sunglasses hide, water is gulped, the pupils follow teachers, a *** of ink and chalk on a board, these days are longer than before.

The land of sand beckons, a single rose appears, pointing toward the sky, red touching blue, small rays of light, sun-bleached time.

Your eyes make
ice-cream melt.

Heart beats, fears arise
Fixed in fragments, her
lips revive...

He sits alone
lost his smile.

No face today
he's disfigured.