The glare affects little,
A fluorescent needle in the haystack:
Worlds have smashed and crumbled,
Minds have whirled and blurred,
But, here, everything remains the same.
Life is better over there,
Noiseless, odorless, clear.
Reflections travel to freeze in stasis,
Yet the reality remains so clear:
No fights, no bothers, no hatred.
A smile creeps across the face,
His grin mimics a lopsided
Joy, those hazel eyes brighten
Once more and his realization is
Perfect while his hand reaches out to
Caress my face, to tell me everyhing
Is alright:
A heart is beating somewhere,
But his hand is reaching out
While my anticipation can
No longer hold: He's going to touch me
Like always, my hand hits glass.
Author notes
Gotta love mirrors.
Written July 26th, 2005
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A mirror can tell one so much if we just study it for a while. Seeing our own reactions takes time sometimes. Have to look deep into ourselves. nice write.
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