Self

In the shadow of an angels wisp

I walk alone

My company a heart of gold

Scarred from a journey of years

Skin littered with the remnants of life

Burdens of others carried in a pocket jingling of loose change

Each mask worn protects from prying eyes

The fragile inner worn weak and easy to break

Let no other soul in lest the fragility be born

Look to the stars in hope and restitution 

Silence greets me now words unspoken drift on the currents

Reflection on the sands brings an end to a new day

Voices heard scatter as clearing the mind

Allow me to return to the place of mirrors

I see you and you see me

I see myself again