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