Memory Ripples
Water mirrors
My soul it withers
Under the ripples
Emerging from
The winter wind
My eyes tear up
And melt in
The liquid reflection
Blinded, I see no more
My human face
Only the memory
Of what once was
An ephemeral look
A limited display
Now removed from sight
A faded echoing of light.

Jon
Mon 26th Jan 2026 10:58
Thanks, Shifa and Aisha