Reflections

In a distant gaze
Flowing tears
Create the streams below

Molding my reflection
Mirrored image of thoughts
Reflect trace memories

Ripples of history
Imprints on my forehead
Maintain their position

Tunnels of graphics
Duplicate my eyes
Within hardcover lids

Sounds are silenced
Wax filled ears
Clinch the shutters

Words not spoken
Stitches around my lips
Puckering the pain

Trails of smoke
Exit my nose
Clouding the scent

Liquid evaporates
Appearances fade
Everything disappears

Wendy Seymour 2003