She felt, places time forgot were human,
looking from inside the magician’s hat
she saw with all in her heart;
moments in time to taste.
And in her heart, her silly heart
are grains of star-dust
looking for their birth star;
they find her and she finds them,
one little one at a time –
Gathering beneath her eyes,
twinkling dew falling
in fine lines across her cheek
brushed aside by her lips curve
knowing all is well, she’ll sing. ~IW~
I ponder how people see others In their reflections peering back vibrating in frenzied pools. Perceptions of themselves not forgot. Forgo forgotten shores, hands of circles in circles spiralling compulsions of self as self defined? Can they see themselves in the hubris of humanity?
Understanding another comes in stillness of self, knowing circles and patterns definitions as perceived. Hand in hand – around and around. ~IW~