Reflecting pools so alike myself they become mirrors.
A kind blessing that only some could understand.
Whispering in the stillness.
Losing tears to the flood as it rushes down the road.
Beating on the pavement rampant in flight.
Simple melodies converge into an overwhelming drone.
And the reflecting pools stir within themselves.
Puddles that slide in single lines to streams into the street.
Mornings when the sun glows into warm unawakened eyes.
Holding on so tight.
Let go.