Rouse
Aloud
Instant sentiment of raptures
I endeavour for natural vitality
Morning monologue as nudity flatters
Each droplet mirrors false majesty
Warmth releases a tear duct surprise
A shimmer from my mask
An aqua erosion of internal lies
Brainwashing a foregone task
Crying stream, combines
to reveal the true date of my time
Bared in true reality
Gazing out of falsehood
A vigorous shake of frivolity
Washing away me, being now understood
My darkness drains away
Are spirits waiting to play?
Entranced by the clockwise spiral
My skin covered by a veil that is viral
Though cleansed, I need for nourishment
Innocence seeking encouragement
In the shower I stare
At a skin once fair
Louis Cecile
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflets-dans-l-eau/
