Suddenly,
he knocked and I
Watched myself
through his eyes
You waste
your time, it echoed
Not sure did
he say or I
Make up the
sound
I toss a
coin
Deep down
under the surface
A wishing well’s reflection
Of a king
and his bride
A hand
reaching out
In the middle
of the crossroad
I grasp and
let go
Because I know
We cannot
capture
The birds at the far end
Night
blindfolds those dreams
That daytime
has sent