Reflection

I see my image
in your eyes—my living mirror,
a quiet painting smiling
on a canvas dark and dearer.

You shimmer softly,
like a pearl in midnight’s curl.
When your lids fall shut,
I find shelter from the world—

its dust, its dazzle,
its noise and endless race.
I rest, suspended
in the hush behind your face.

And when you open them,
I rise, I glide, I soar—
through windows woven
from the dreams you wore.

But when you cry,
I chase each tear with care,
my fingers brushing
what the soul still dares to bear.

They cling—those tears—
like secrets unconfessed.
And in their shine,
I see myself expressed.