Reflection

A book on a shelf
An empty ground floor
A footstep, an echo,
She opened the door

Her face was hidden,
eyes could not tell
feelings of elation,
or torments from hell

She stepped inside
quiet as a leaf.
Her silence spoke for her
a gift of relief

The pieces of her puzzle
lost to replace
Against me I was fighting
a seeming, timeless race

My heart was bleeding for her
unknown reasons why
I felt her pain and sorrow,
but tears I would not cry

She comes to me and strokes my hair
I fall into my hands
The unknown no longer secret
In faraway dreamlands