Reflections at twelve, lunch by the fountain-I see a mirror in the rain,
It is a riverside reverie I see, where waters form cloudy puddles
that reflect the visual reverb of life, of love, in a transient terrain,
like an aquifer of liquefied love, a daydreaming dreamer riddles
as droplets are seen by me, and not you, dancing upon a river of reverie.
Recognition of time evaporates. the clock is ticking against me- again
yet reflections at twelve, with no appetite and no sun in the sky,
bag lunch, far from dry, the fountain reflecting the clock ticks-tocks in the rain
umbrella folded by my side, raindrops whisper, “tick-tock time-passing by.”
“Solve our riddle, the enigma of love.” drip-drop, the water’s melodic plea,
The clouds above break brightening the vast expanse,
Riverside reverie, reflections at twelve, dreams gently flow,
To solve the riddle of love, one must not leave love to chance.
I came here knowing this is where you would want to go.
for you, like me, can not resist reflecting while in the rain’s reverie.
I hear the footsteps that mingle with the soft patter’s sound,
I lift my eyes to recognize your smile and it is a dreamer’s bliss,
I leave my lunch and my umbrella sitting on the ground,
as my heart beats in reverie, my mind greets you with a kiss,
I unlock the riddle as you hold close the rain-soaked me.
WoPoLi 
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