A Moment of Reflection

I don’t know what I am anymore,

I am at the cutting stage,
The moment of back and forward, A slicing of rope.

The soft nakedness of darkness,
Sweet, purple skies and the moon shattered into glass,
A light beyond all trees and sound,
The poisoned leaves scratching soft winds.

Your eyes are the colours of the world,
The small captivity of nature held in those great hands,
Please don’t break.

We see everything caught, held in a moment
Glistening reflection.
Those false colours.
Hold onto the grass, till you slip.

There is something dead in the golden wheat,
A cup of festering sweetness.
A ship caught on the tides of the sand,
So we must carry the moon.

Our music held within the trees and played forever and ever and ever and ever.
It cannot be lost.
But will still be.
They say we fall, because Eve’s tears slipped downwards.

The light shall shine on that tree,
On that deadened rock.
Let the sun shine across the marshes.
Till that moment of reflection

Again.

Again.

A    g    a    i     n

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Original poem by me. Hope you enjoyed.