Ripples

Hush now 

These thoughts of mine 

Sleep wanders on the horizon 

These waters still 

Cold shallow pools 

Vibrations leaving tiny ripples 

    Beneath their murky surface 

Drifting into the fog 

 In taunting familiarity 

The fears they whisper 

Reminiscent of the long forgotten 

My eyes fixated 

Drawn by the hands of a temptress 

Red ink-stained fingers 

The texture of glass 

Jagged

The sweet scent of a rose 

Sinking softly into the night 

With dreams unraveling 

Born of sweet redemption.-