Layered

Bending under the moon
In slow backward motion
I breathe the glow
Layered for my new vision
In acceptance―

How do I choose
From the colors in kaleidoscope
With the indifference―
Reach the images mirrored beyond
Blurred with age,
I believe it is not death―
The icy blue reflections.

Smell of dry roses rises
Like the torn remembrance
Among the diary pages
Moist and white.