Reflection
You speak in pictures
Moving with each dancing stroke
Your words flowing in every sentence
Like the beat of hidden drum
Your smile sweet and kind
That of an innocent child
Your eye’s tired and cold
Filled with years upon years
I speak in rhyme
Moving with each pressing word
My words echoing in the minds
Like a song from long ago
My smile hidden and scared
Something so rarely seen
My eye’s focused and content
For in you I see what I can never be
You are free…