Ripples on the Water

    When the night pillows my head in comfort
    is the time, before my dreams,
    when I reflect.
    I know, we’re supposed to sleep at night
    not to think or to pull out the regrets.
    Is the time we’re most vulnerable,
    our souls naked exposed,
    as reflections happen at midnight
    when the eyes seek a quiet repose.

    Compassion on other’s troubles
    develops wings
    and gets carried away on a whim.
    Kindness!
    used, bemocked, abused
    worded and eroded from overuse.
    Not to be excused!

    ‘’We’re all remnants of ancient stars’’
     unity…ripples…interconnected
     on a symbiotic relationship
     like the head and the feet,
     same as the flower and the bee,
     we are part of one organism
     just like the wave and the sea.

     Now I sleep! and dream!
     of ripples on the water.

                                         
        -Bernadete vdw, August '24