On the sundial
I find no directions
Lotus pond
Turned golden by a fire
Hidden by the monastery
On the sundial
I find no directions
Lotus pond
Turned golden by a fire
Hidden by the monastery
I should have never looked. It was a face I had come to fear but he wouldn’t leave me alone. His arms reached for me and held me in place.
“What went on behind those eyes?” I wondered.
“You’ll never get away from me” my reflection said, as he let go and slipped back into the mirror.