Behind a silent veneer
you hide in your own world.
Seeing everything without,
letting very little in.
You: gentle as a spring breeze.
Like the subjects you capture:
sultry shadows,
reflections cast,
ephemeral as time,
elusive as the lights
dancing in night’s black.
Sunlight on your hair
setting it ablaze,
as the fire in your heart
to be kindled anew it awaits.
You wonder why the world would
regard you?
What interest might it find
in the inner workings
of just another soul
who walks the same lines?
Each of us
a universe in their own right,
that can awaken
the world’s waning light.
Think not of yourself as ei kukaan.
Find the god that rests within.
You breathe to life
creation that not yet existed,
something with a personal hue.
It is easier to fade into the dusk
with nothing on the line.
Creation warrants a restless heart
and a stormy mind.
It would break the silence that you,
within yourself, typically find.
Are you willing to let go
of a predisposition
that came from a reformation
so long awhile?
I am with you
to help you see
the one reflection you cast aside,
the one you do not attempt to eternalize.
And I am no one.
That is fine by me.
All I implore of you
is to set yourself free
and capture life’s ephemerality.
