Self-reflection
A poem about finding your other half.
Published in
Dec 6, 2020
It’s snowing not far from home.
Its icy breath is rippling
Inside our throats
With each inhale
And running its fingers
Round the rim of our bones
For the sake of crystalline sounds.
Clean clouds are scrolling down
Before the naked moon;
The end of a tunnel;
A hole of light.
The more you look at it,
The more you might discover.
Moonlight; the only point of reference.
How cold and distant is a mirror!
I laid on the bank of a river,
Half of my body dangling
In black water.
The soil crunched across from me.
There in the woods, a majestic deer froze
To contemplate the perfect image of a human.
