Look up at the skies
Beautiful blinking eyes
Scattered around the dark,
Like Hansel did with bread.
Look down at the stream
Slowly skipping stones
Covered by orange spots,
Like blossoms in the dark.
Reflect upon reflections,
So many true and not
Wandering about your mind,
Like lost children in the night.
Blink up at the night sky
Slowly changing hue
Fingers of sunlight weaving,
A new day has come.
