Day Five: A month of poetry for Brighid

Scrying Pool

I speak the silence of my soul,
A language known to none but me.
I peer into the deepest hole
And see the darkness watching me.

And as I stare into the black
Twin stars out in the distance glow
Like eyes of fire staring back
From some strange mirror long ago.

My vision on the sky at night
I chart upon its astral map
The course of time in specks of light
And in the space that forms the gap.

I seek the secrets in your eyes;
The breadth of your extremity,
And with each one I realize:
All that I see in you is me.