Oh gentle breeze,
feathering across this
crystalline pond
leave my line, my bobber. 

Forsake my eyes in strained vision,
a bobber dancing in seducing ripples.
my eyes gaze away,
kaleidoscope of visual chaos. 

A reflection in the
breeze-less waters below, the
empty gaze of a stranger bears
unto me. 

This man
broken up with
a finger of wind upon him,
as so many have. 

Time heals nothing
allows forgiving less forget.
Rendered pointless in life as the heart
captured in finality, lends the soul to her. 

Closed eyes see her looking at me,
in the breeze-less waters
of time forgiven.
No longer brushed away.

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