Woven unto the reflection of majestic mirages
as the sun awakens to the nights fading upon
the landscape bowing elegantly out.

For within the other reflections are withheld
as a new beauty is seen in the furrows of moonlight.
As when sunrise awakens the slumbering world.

Reflections of self are collected in pools of deliberation
for is one not better at seeing the flaws incorporated
within a reflection and seeing that not everything's perfect.

The sun rises and we see unto ourselves what was obscured
with the dimness. But light gives us refection on things
not seen and we see the reality of so many sunrises.