Mirror

They are mirrored. Hundreds. In complexion. In site. The duty that reflects the mind. The multitude scattered around the world. In place. Lost in time. I see myself here. Somewhere. Here. The way I move around these moments. Hiding under the seconds, going by. Losing myself for a moment. So often do I feel that all is lost. The creativity is gone. Breaking from my body. Tearing away from my mind. I hunger for the moment when I return again. Return to a place, where all the death has subsided by truth. In truth, I need guidance, for the world guiding me is often blackened in its own intent. And I feel, there is no resurrection here. Only reflection in the birth of me. That part of me that walks around, when the world is calm. I need to surrender to the belief, that silence is more than a dream. That words are spoken in action, not movement in the weight of me. For a moment, I yearn to feel as one, once again. Balanced in the tides of time. Amidst the many. The fallen. Those rising toward the skies. I know that heaven remains a victim to all the action we have spent before its cause. The death of the minutes. The hours of the day. Spent here, wasted, have now, trickled away. Before the eyes I know. Before the body that glows. In the summer sun. In the winter snow. All that I know, changes, and reaches before the world, that has known me for too long. In my heart, the love has gone. Lost in the years. Spent on the tears of forgiveness. Time fades from sight. Takes with it, the moments burning bright. And in this death. In this life. I need to surrender. Give myself hope, when hope dwindles in the past, I have just now forgot. I am here now. Here, in this dream where the moments twinkle, rise forth from this dream. That I have been dreaming for too long. It is time that the world awakens, and that I follow along. Find a way to see my reflection, in the beauty of this dawn.