Reflections from the Dark

Reflections from the Dark

I am the tiny dots, when you look with your eyes closed.
I am the spinning haze.

To the dots, you say, "Dance!"
To the haze, "Go away so I can see the dots!"

I am the dots in the dawn mist,
and the mysterious night dots.

I am zephyrs moving the leaves,
and the trickle in the small stream.

The steering wheel, the drive shaft and the wheels,
and the potholes they carry us through.

I am a tree with squirrels on my branches,
quietness, thinking, the voice.

The vibration from my guitar,
the spark of my Bic lighter, flickering

on flint, both the flame
and the moth flying into it.

And not only am I all this,
but You, I am You.