scrunched on top
of the large rockpeering into the water..
..it appears,
as the ripples relax into her reflection
a face forgotten
as memory faded into walls and tears
walls and tears
kept so real and yet
dismantled by a watery image
of mystical proportions
her fingers enter the face she sees
telling her there's more below
if she would like to enter it's depths.
her hand says yes and the water nods
pulling her into herself, in the reflection
in the ripply pond.
~IsisMoon
