Regret

The solid reflection of a face on water
Gives way to the gentle, flowing beat
Splashing across the surface.

The disruption, though only for a second,
Tears the image into tatters
And only the eyes remain

Those solid
Immobile
Unstoppable
Eyes

Demand from the future what they can’t take
From the past.

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The Silent War

Blades of grass
Tackling one another
After a long, deep slumber
Beneath a starry blanket
Soaked in dew from the effort
Of parrying each gentle blow
Egged on by the flow
Of a gentle breeze
Made to battle until Winter
Or until a greater threat arrives