I looked into the mirror,

And began to see the needle

Commence its work,

Of patching my holes,

And etching my dreams

For you,

For us,

Onto my skin,

To be worn like invisible tattoos

That only my skin can feel

Cradling me everywhere I go,

With the artistry lullaby,

You soothe my skin into sleeping with peace,

And when I looked up,

Straight into my eyes,

I see you smiling there,

With a secret to hold me today,

As I walk away towards another day.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling