Reflecting

Bathing in a pool of mirrors,
skies of questions arise here.
Who’s that person standing near?
Eyes reflect the unknown clear.

 

Skies of questions arise here,
Will someone aside appear?
Eyes reflect the unknown clear,
brows furrow in seeming queer.

 

Will someone aside appear?
Hands lie grasping dawdling fears,
brows furrow in seeming queer.
What’ll being myself to cheer.

 

Hands lie grasping dawdling fears,
Who’s hands will wipe the tears?
What’ll bring myself to cheer?
Eyes see answers so unclear.

 

Who’s hands will wipe the tears?
Who’s that person standing near?
Eyes see answers so unclear
bathing in a pool of mirrors.