Mirrored

As the leaves fell
The trees
Did not mourn
Nor rejoice
Yet, they stood
Steadfast
Unmoved.
Yet, I see
All truth
Mirrored in you.

THAT

Fushia sands
Rubied tears
So far
From here
So close
To there
I melt;
Dripping in crevices
Floating amidst cracks
Thus,
Where am I?
Yet,
Here I am.
In the space
Between
Interlaced thoughts
Remains
That
Silence
Here I am.
That
Silence.