Reflections merely are memories of thoughts,
Dreams past becoming reality through
Recollections. These imaginings of sorts,
Themes and images, are false but true.
Burning embers becoming flames mighty,
Or crashing waves, like white and stormy clouds,
Yearning endlessly but resting peacefully.
For time is as such, questions unanswered in crowds
That doubt or fear the revealing hearts.
Parts seeing only people, looking sad.
Sad-looking people only seeing parts.
Hearts revealing the fear or doubt that
Crowds in unanswered questions, such as "Is time for
Peacefully resting but endlessly yearning,
Clouds, stormy and white like waves crashing, or
Mighty flames becoming embers burning?"
True but false are images and themes,
Sorts of imaginings. These recollections,
Through reality, becoming past dreams —
Thoughts of memories are merely reflections.