I am the listening mirror
the calming balm of your rocky sea.
Sadness drapes your face
and sour fills the mouth
with a deadening spirit you retreat.
I am the listening mirror.
Can you hear the roar of the waves?
I am here, do not be afraid.
Let the waves lap against the side
your mind will not sink, raise up your eyes.
I am the listening mirror. Take hold.
Look inside. I am here.