Was it a trick of the light
When I saw a reflection of my skin
Threads interwoven, pulled thin
Faded orange and green
With starlight dimmed in freckled eyes
And tear stained pillows
Disguised
As something in-between?
A mirror hanging loose
Attracts your fading lips
Takes a breath
And sighs into your hips,
As walls marked with fingerprints
Of yellow, blue and white
Trickle into shadow
And fade from sight.
A whispered windowed pane of glass
Fractures into snow
And falls through its home
Into a dream below,
Settled sleep measured out
And dropped soft like a kiss.
Moonlit Poetry 