Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Moonlight Reflections

You are not

my love.

The stars do not

shine,

Western winds do not

breeze,

And sweet melodies never

named you their muse.

Although there

are nights,

where full moons

cast pale reflections

on dark waters

and a figure

is illuminated

in that inconstant mirror.

A bullfrog emits

a rumbling thunder-croak

otherwise it is the white noise

of a thousand winged insects.

I am the figure.

In the reflection

is a truth

I'd never reveal.

In changing waters

is constant truth

In constant life

is my changing lie.

Although sometimes

that figure peers

into darkened depths

and she wonders

how beautiful the truth

could be

if the liar

was not also coward.