Hannah Ornatowski

Crescent moons of wonderment.

Shifting smoothly back and forth, competing with each other.

Not a creased corner in sight.

Only plain undying truth.



They speak the truth no matter what the brain may say.

They speak the truth no matter where my logic guides me.

They tell me what I need to know.



Here sprays the mist from the ocean of myself

Rushing towards the shores of my soul

Waiting to overflow.



Wanting to be found

They reflect nothing.

Protected by legions of faithful warriors

Nothing stands a chance.



Seeing through you?

Seeing through whom?

You’ll find yourself

Here in my eyes.