Mizu Kagami

Ripples
Stirring the surface so shallow
Reflecting the light
Brilliant as the fire of the gods

An empty stage, an empty story
Still waiting to be told
Hidden behind old flesh and
The narrow confines of ancient scars
Sightless-

Water
The tears shed since the world began
Like rain from the heavens flooding
The river gorged to its brim
Vomiting its excess

And is it my tale, gazing its pale face
Into the shadows of the deep,
That dares raise its dripping ghost
From where I released his hand?
For in the end,

We all return to the water.