I see the fear in your eyes.
Showing me the silence you carry.

Clear gentle pools reflecting
the face of your pain.
The face of my unmaking.
A shadow smiling back, mirrored.

It’s me. My fear, my dear.
But I carry a frown.

I will dip my hands in these waters
and wash away this mask.
It’s rippless distorting to grimace.

For let me see my face clearly
in your calm gentle waters,
so I can smile back.