The Secret Reflection

By the pond of many dreams,
Reflecting secret sounds,
A nightfall by the sacred tones,
A sun that knows no bounds,

For many secrets gathered here,
Beyond the shore-swept sand,
For what is water's sunset,
When the Earth went missing land,

For many are the rise and bloom,
Of flowers not disclosed,
The shadows are irrelevant,
The land mass' question posed,

The water wrinkles now in time,
The field puts out it's bend,
And as the world goes quantum,
Secret message now can send,

For what awakens dreamers,
But a call within the dream,
And what awakens all the world,
But waking from the stream.

-Pamela Storch