Her fingers took Sacred cloth
to wipe dew
from windows worn, tired
after mist
fogged her future.
She could not view
with clarity
after previous wounds
opened up-
and an infection
almost set in.
Salt crystals fell
from pain inflicted
when core of self cried
and nobody listened
yet one heard
and hand extended
to hold.
He searched for that star
when he made wish,
observed cotton clouds shift
with messages to inspire
also Life in whites of eyes,
prayed for peace
within his Soul~
as an eclipse
brought twin flames
as one spark
through the darkest tunnels.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I think anyway, you know that view of ourselves in the mirror. Anyway, this was wonderful work and again, you never dissapoint, lovely 
