Gentle Reflection

In the reflection are my eyes
And they glow in the morning sun.
Through a frosted glass,
The shadows of leaves, scattered holes
Are basking along the window.

In the reflection are my eyes
And the light which emerges,
Is soft.
The light is white and calm;
Tranquil as the tale of the sea.
And I cannot look away,
Not from the reflection,
Not from my eyes.

And the sun which sifts through
Is warm on my skin.
The sun is gentle on my face
And in an instance I am stoic.
In an instant, I am beautiful,
If only for this moment.
I am smiling.