Artwork

Artwork
Staring, dreaming
His eyes seemed to look into mine
I was taken by the windows of his soul
I moved within my glass case
And he smiled it seemed to me
Fingers gently touched the sides
Of my spherical prison
I moved a hand to the exact places
Where his fingers made their imprint
Upon the surface of my world

And that touch brought to me visions
Such as I had ne'er contemplated
The man in the morning
Looking into his mirror and shaving
And taking care to make sure
Others would get a good impression
How he cared so much
And he took a comb and ran it through his hair
To ensure he looked perfect

Visions swirling in my mind
I saw him reading books and writing
The images in his mind of beauty
Of wonders and stories of the deep
Thoughts of mathematical clarity
Dreams of sexual fantasy and desire
Oh I know him yes I know him for sure
I know all his hopes and dreams
And those that were broken in tragedy

Water filled salted windows
That gazed at his world through my face
I felt the warmth of his hand
And the beauty that he was filled my world
The colours changed from blue
To a beautiful pinkish hue
Taking in the wonder that was him
And my heart it bled, if only I could hold him
If I could just tell him he is truly loved

The windows to his own soul wept
I could have been the love of his life
What he wished for and who he would adore
Lips parted as words graced his tongue
Words I longed to hear but could not
Lip reading, he says softly
"Are you there? Can you hear me?"
I nod and reply "I am here... I am here"
He seemed to smile and look at me

Then she walked up behind him
Lip reading I can see what she's saying
"When are you going to stop trying...?"
She laughs and puts her arms around him
He turns away and I cannot see his lips move
The feeling of him retreats from my world
The glass once pink returns to its blue
And I stare unmoving once again
Into the void of the world before me
That I cannot walk in

And outside of the glass ball he turned to his wife
"I am sure there is something in there..."

She replies with a laugh and a little tickle
"Its a mirrored ball darling - a peice of artwork"

He replies with a laugh, sweet as honey
"Aye... but for one moment..." He whispered

And as they walked away he turned and looked once more
Thoughts in his mind confusing and deep
And he knew there was more to the mirrored ball
Than artwork.