Sunrises at Dawn

Reflections bounce off the mirror as one does off the pond, the attention one considers is often called a bond. As one we see the notions, inseperable even after dawn. The sun is always setting, even at dusk, opposite lawns. One eighty degrees left, at night, sunrise to the right. Still in sight her face catches the yellow light, inceptions of a yawn. The warmth of eyes, combined with features undisguised, is the culminating preference of any that shall hide. Only to open up in front of you, the joint effort clashes tide. Rise and fall, instinctual withdraw, does not tell how you feel at all. In hindsight, the cliff is not so tall, for those who've felt before, corrections breaks the fall. The need to be loved, is only love itself, as it is blind, the heart will simply melt. Captivations are clearly what holds the self, in it's best interest, reflects the inner health.