Reflection

A soft breeze flees from its hiding place.
Its white noise rocks me gently,
Its chill does tease and kisses my face.
And works at ease with the moonless night.

Closed eyes, steady pace; my soul takes flight.

In the stillest of moments I am truly free.
My eyelids become boundless fences,
hosting a kaleidoscope of things to see.

Combinatoric visions tug at the senses,
with shapes of nonsensical wonder...
random visions of my life sprout from the nether.

And fear drowns my capacity to know any better,
as they brighten and enhance before turning to ash.

Like seeing an old friend whose name is forgotten,
I trust my instincts not to be rash.
For these patterns of light are reflections of my being.

Who I am is what I am seeing.