In my reflection I see a million chances missed
a hundred frogs kissed
and in my eyes a thousand tales I will never tell.
A whirlpool of ideas my reflected mind dances unable to express.
Like moths around a flame,
a million and one directions, getting nowhere and finally being burned.
In my eyes reflected I see more pain and more joy than I remember wanting,
like emeralds they shine, childish and ancient memories,
thoughts and dreams in a split second of soul life. © Christie Marie Kruger