The world is reflected
into a child's room
through the window.
When the reflection cries
the child hides,
fearing the coming slap
and the angry booming voice
that looks to reprimand.
When the reflection shines
the child smiles,
playing near the glass,
enveloped in the glow
and enjoying its protective embrace.
But, when the reflection dies,
the child looks,
seeing nothing, seeing black.
Warm life flows out from silent lips
onto the cool pane, clouding it
with billowing contrast.
In the fog, a dove is drawn
only to flit away into the dark.
The child is lost, not knowing
the rebirth of the world
comes at dawn.
