Reflection.

I open your book,
It has so many pages,
It turns and flips in its shape,
It constantly changes.
Just like the mirror of water,
Reflection of future and past,
Your time has so many ripples,
Like if none was the last.
Sometimes it's painful to read,
Sometimes it's soothing my mind,
But whenever I open, it shows me the ways
Myself I couldn't find.
I dive to reflect,
To discover my soul,
As I return to myself
And my thoughts stop to howl.
The depths of the darkness,
The stars of the sky,
I learn to detach from usual frames,
I'm learning to fly.