Looking in
the mirror of a still pond
my reflection
staring up into my soul
see my
younger version of yesterdays
see the maybes…of
my life yet lived
eyes that
have witnessed beautiful things
flights of
eagles and robins…a peacock’s flare
the dances of
children’s first baby-steps
felt the
power of a woman’s smile
been moved to
tears by injustice
known anger
for man’s inhumanities
shared
heartbreaks and felt harsh pain
experienced
the harm that words can bare
these eyes have
watched many lifetimes and
read the
histories of long passed scribes
looked at the
faces of fallen Angels
but…never
peered into their darkness
a
reflection…an unrecorded picture
an open
window of one’s interpretations
an image of a
self…looking back
what I’ve
seen…
whispers of
the inner me…and memories*
Jon` B.
Crenshaw
Human Parts
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